Scariest thing you've ever experienced

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When watching a horror with my teenage son this evening, DS asked what the scariest thing I'd ever witnessed was and I simply couldn't think what my answer would be. I'm intrigued to know what other people's answers would be, I find it so intriguing

Going on a walk with DH and D.C. The public footpath went across a field with cattle in it. There was a young bull with them and it was stressed at the sight of us. Ran up to us, eyes rolling around, stomping its feet like it was ready to charge. I just told my DC and DH to stand next to me and just look down (at least it stopped DC panicking). The bull snorted and spotted a walker in the distance walking over the hill and ran in that direction.We legged it and was able to climb over the fence. Anyway didn't hear of any incidents but was not best pleased with the farmer, I though he/she must have known the bull was likely to be uppity. Ruddy great thing could have easily crushed us.

Watching DS motionless after a febrile convulsion when he was just under a year old. Had no idea what they were and thought he was dead. One minute I was breastfeeding him and the next he was completely floppy. I just remember screaming for DP to call an ambulance. So grateful to the amazing paramedics who turned up within minutes and were so incredibly kind and reassuring.

Was walking home from work one night and I felt someone grab me by the back of my knees and back of my neck as if I'm an attempt to lift me. I screamed and luckily a car was coming the other way. I didn't see who it was but the next day as I was leaving the house a guy that used to live across the street was outside his house and for no reason I went cold as I walked past him. I believe it was him that tried to attack me .

Dreadful childbirth with my first child many years ago, I was out of it for maybe a few seconds near to the actual delivery, and had an out of body experience, as could see as from above the doctor and two midwives in attendance, struggling to deal with me.

When I was about 14, waking up in the middle of the night hearing my mum screaming like I’d never heard before downstairs and I ran downstairs to see her disappearing out into the garden. I thought she was being attacked or fighting/chasing someone, so I went after her. When she saw me she told me we had to ‘leave immediately cos they were coming to get us’. When I asked who she said she didn’t know but ‘they were on their way and we had to leave now’, all the while gripping my hand and trying to pull me to the end of the garden.
I’ve never seen my mum so scared and I was terrified and confused at my mum screaming in the garden in the middle of the night.

Turns out she had had a nightmare people were coming round to take us away and was sort of sleepwalking/in the middle of a diabetic hypo and believing it was really happening.

DS rides a child sized off road motorbike and DH rides too. One day we were out riding at a venue where you’re allowed to ride. The bottom of the field was really boggy so DH lifted DS’s bike over a gate on to a track but he couldn’t lift his over so he rode back through the field. DS started to race his dad and They we’re getting faster and faster. I was laughing and looking back from one to the other. I looked at DS and back to DH to see him rolling head over heels down the field with his bike flying through the air behind him. DS says I literally leaped the fence and I ran to DH not knowing what I’d find. DH was lying with his tongue pushed right out and managed to get, ‘I can’t breathe’ out. I called an Ambulance but they couldn’t find us as the activity centre and the field had 2 different entrances, so they sent the air ambulance! Luckily had ‘only’ broken some ribs and was completely winded so he went to hospital by road and is still a bit gutted about it.

I don’t think mine can compare to some of these heartbreaking stories.
Shot at during a bank robbery when I was young luckily my reflexes were good and I ducked, getting glass out of my hair etc .
Never believe Bank screens are bulletproof.
My son when he had HSP I was convinced he was going to pass away .
He is now a strapping 6foot 3 twenty year old.

1. When I was a teen a family member got psychosis and tried to kill us who were present at the time. It needed policemen with pointed guns to stop them. I didn't think we would survive. In the end I managed to save 2 out of 3 children and got to run away (barefoot through snow, you really can't feel it at such a moment) not knowing if my mum or other niece would survive. Mum and third child did survive thankfully, although not without some trauma.

1. When within minutes after take off the plane had a fuel leak and the instruments stopped working. Well that moment in itself wasn't too bad since we circled back but starting to land with the enormous stench of fuel knowing that one spark could turn us into a fireball was scary. Also, while landing seeing multiple firewagons approaching us and only one ambulance didn't exactly help with the nerves. I made peace with crashing and dying but burning to death is a whole other matter. Not that there was a choice. Ironically it was the best, gentlest landing that I ever been through. Also, disembarking the plane happened within a minute, we all scrambled out a.s.a.p. No idea why it takes so long when all is normal.

Walking into hospital at 40 weeks pregnant knowing I had to give birth to my dead baby. Followed by haemorrhaging during an emergency section with my 2nd - partner and baby ushered out of the room as more medical staff entered, the anaesthetist preparing to knock me out and telling
the team the 4-6 minutes they’d just said it would take the blood to arrive needed to be quicker. Thought I was going to die. A couple of minutes (that felt like an hr) later the the surgeon said ‘it’s ok, I’ve got my finger in it’.

Being told to prepare for the worst when my less than 4 week old DS was in PICU and nearly didn't make it.

I sent this WhatsApp to friends at the time and it still makes me cry.

DS is a ticking time bomb. The infection on his heart will either mean he goes into heart failure or bits of the infection could come away and cause him to have another stroke which could also kill him. They don’t know if or when it’ll happen. Even if he does get through this the heart could be damaged that he could still die. They don’t want to do Surgery cos that’ll kill him too. Basically we are waiting for DS to die.

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We mistakenly drove our 7 metre motorhome over the Hardknock Pass, in Cumbria .Before we started we ask an on coming car if it was safe, they said " Yeah no problems" . Well 25% hills is not great for a MH, along with sheer drop either side. At on point we wheel spun and were heading backwards with nothing but sheer drops below us . My DH was amazing and kept so calm . I was sure we were going to die. We had 2 kids in the MH as well . I hope that car drivers willy fell off, for giving us the wrong information.

Seeing my sister try to starve herself to death.

My son disappearing when he was 3 (nearly 4).

One minute he was there, the next he was gone. He was only missing for about 10 minutes but my god I have never felt time go so slow.

He was found at the other end of the shopping centre babbling about sweets. I should have insisted on seeing security footage because I think someone tried to take him with the promises of sweets.

Everyone was so helpful though. One woman stood with me and gave me lots of tissues whilst her husband dashed off trying to find him.

The most scariest thing I have ever experienced and I never want to feel that kind of fear again

My son calling me over to look at his "weird rash". He bent forward to show me his lower legs and I saw they were covered in petechiae (bloodspots) and bruises and I could see blood pooling under his ankle bones. As he stood upright after bending forward blood trickled from his nose. It was 3 years and two days ago.

I was driving round a roundabout about to exit onto the Motorway, out of the corner of my eye I saw a car on a different exit approaching at fast speed about to collide into me, I remember thinking "oh fuck, this is going to be bad"

@BigBlueHouseBear What happened??

The person I loved telling me over the phone he had a rope and was going to hang himself (thankfully he didn't)

I once got into a car with a stranger, he offered me a lift, I think that could have ended badly as my spidey senses went off (stupidly not before I accepted the lift of course) but luckily I made my excuses promptly and he stopped and let me out. But thinking about it still makes me shiver a bit.

Waking up to hear the most bloodcurdling screams. I was fighting to be awake, convinced that it was someone outside being stabbed in our back garden. It wasn't.

Doing CPR on my grandmother when we found her unconscious in the back garden. My mum had tried to wake her up and that twenty seconds that I waited before I called the ambulance seems endless in my mind now.

Childbirth with my first.
Lost at 2am in outskirts of Johannesburg , i was drunk ,mapless in a car (other was driving) no clue how to get back to house ...but who do you ask? Where do you stop?
Miracle we made it home

Being attacked by an ex teacher aged 17. My friend and I were briefly at his house as we were all going for coffee but he said he 'just had to shut his dog away safely'. She got away first and left me there. I got away a bit later, covered in scratches, out the window. It was v scary.

Waiting for my ds to cry - he'd been born by emergency section with the cord round his neck and was blue. Only about 10 secs, but felt like forever. Waiting to hear that dd was ok after she'd been admitted, blue round the lips, with bronchiolitis at 6 weeks old.

Waiting for my ex-H to arrive at the hospital room where my Autistic Ds was (having taken an overdose). He had just been pronounced 'all ok' and had finally dropped off to sleep. Dd (also autistic) was with us as we'd been alone the 3 of us and I had no one to take her. To keep her calm we had counted ceiling tiles whilst we waited to hear if her big brother was ok. There were 54 tiles. We counted them 11 times. 10 power sockets. 2 light fittings. over and over and over. She'd just fallen asleep on the spare bed. I was in a chair, first time I'd relaxed in 5.5 hours overnight after hour long bluelighted trip in ambulance.
ex-H arrived noisily, I got up to say 'sshhhh' and stumbled - I have nerve damage in my left leg and am disabled with it. I stumbled against H and started to cry. He simply stared at me in disgust then proceeded to tell me why it was all my fault.

Although he'd been awful many times, I think it was then I realized how single a single parent I was (apologies to those who have lost their partner completely, but I was forcibly struck by the fact that, even in those circs, his focus was on my faults rather than his son)

Birth of my first child.

Losing DS 3. He was gone for about forty five minutes. There was a child in the park with the same t shirt as him, I thought I knew where he was but I was wrong. The park was between a river and a road. Ds has SN and was obsessed by water. People were poking the edge of the reeds at the river looking for him. It just went on and on and on. I remember the terror and the realisation that people were looking at me with pity and fear.

He was found a mile up the river bank. Some lovely people had clicked he was alone and followed him all the way.

My heart rate has increased just retelling that story. I will never forget the fear. Dh phoned me up about ten minutes in and I remember him saying “what do you mean, missing?” I also remember how all the people started looking for him straight away.

I was walking home in daylight to a very dodgy part of town, nobody was about. I was 18. My parents wouldn't visit me where I lived because my dad was afraid the car would get stolen. I got to the walk way outside my high rise flat and heard footsteps, I was wearing a dress with a tight fitting black top which showed off my figure polo neck and a short cotton zebra print skirt, no tights, black shoes. Somebody grabbed me and pushed me to the ground and shoved his hand in my pants and I heard somebody screaming. I don't remember what else happened. A woman walked past, an old lady and he ran off. I carried on like nothing had happened. I walked down to the estate police office by which time it was dark, nobody was there but there was a phone in the wall to call them. I called and sat down outside to wait. They turned up and took the pen he had dropped and opened it to look at it, they unscrewed the barrel. They took the details and filled in a form and left me to go back to my flat but I couldn't find my keys, they were on the floor near my flat when I'd walked back so I let myself in and locked the door and had a bath. He was black and to this day I can't feel safe walking on a street at night if a black man is following me. I find it hard to trust black men but I have always been sure never to actively discriminate but in my head I do as I would never have a relationship with a man who was black. I hate myself for that.
A few days later I was burgled, the police went and boarded up the window to my flat and bolted the door so I got home and couldn't get in, I had to sit outside and wait for them to come and break in for me. I didn't know what had happened until they arrived and told me. I didn't get any sleep that night.

Struggling off a train with 2 baby kids and a suitcase, DH had put his back out and was shuffling along, and armed guards started hurting us along because they thought there was a gunman in the station. I had to race the entire length of the exposed platform with one baby in a sling and the other in a pushchair leaving d h to fend for himself. Turned out to be a false alarm but fuck me i was bricking it.

Visiting my friend in Kansas. Felt her shaking me during the night. I was so tired I just wanted to go back to sleep. She nearly dragged me out of bed and told me we had to get to the storm cellar right away. In our bare feet we run across the yard and yanked open the cellar door. We made it down the stairs in time to hear the tornado roar by. It really does sound like a freight train.