What's the scariest thing that's ever happened to you? (NON WOO)

[FlyHighLittleBee]

Enjoying the woo thread so much but I've finished it now so thought I would reenact another of my favourites.

So what's the scariest, non-woo situation you've even been in?

Sitting on a beach near to where I live with my DH and one year DD. It was a lovely day, baby was playing happily in the sand. We'd noticed some people excercising some horses along the waters edge but didn't worry too much until a thundering noise made me look up to see a ruddy great horse heading towards us at full pelt. I didnt have time to grab the baby, the horse ran between us, just missing her head with his hooves. We were covered in sand. Was shaking like a leaf and people around us were just as shocked.

Wheeling eldest DS aged 4 into the emergency doctor in his younger brother's buggy as he was so ill he couldn't walk. Doctor told us to go immediately to the children's ward at local hospital. Had been told two days earlier by another doctor at same practice that he had a 'nasty virus' but mother's intuition telling me there was something very wrong.
The hospital then misdiagnosed - said it was labyrinthitis - pretty harmless- & they'd keep him in for observation - I went home to collect some things and looked up labyrinthitis in my health encyclopaedia (pre google days) - it said it was non painful - I had seen my DS lying in the floor clutching the back of his neck crying in pain the day before. I went back to the hospital and told them - no one would believe me including my (now ex) H.
Eventually in the middle of the night whilst DS was being violently sick I got in such a state that the new young duty doctor sat me down and said that if I said there was something more seriously wrong as I was his mum I knew best and he believed me
He ordered a lumbar puncture and brain scan following which I was sat down and told DS had meningitis. He survived but horrible frightening few days where no one would listen or believe me that something was wrong. His Dad my exH even flew to Japan on business the day after DS was admitted telling me I was 'overreacting'

Place marking for later

i guess the time i almost got run over by a rampaging bull.I was not in the place for a bull to be running around.I was in farnborough finishing up a day of work experience at a nursery.

I signed out,waved good bye and left the locked door.As i began walking down the street something didnt feel right.I stopped the street was empty ok.As i was walking there was a police car.Before my brain could start putting together a jigsaw i heard screaming from a police officer in the car telling me to GET INSIDE .Ok WTAF look to my left there was a large bull standing there.Now that didn't take two brain cells to add to together and i legged it back to the nursery and jammed the buzzer to try get in.I got in and told everyone theres a bloody cow out there lol

Later i found out it had escaped out a local abattoir i laugh now but there was quite a hair raising incident

I was a teenager and we (dad, mum and little brother) were driving to a holiday destination. I looked down to flip the cassette tape over in my portable player (yes I'm a child of the 80s) when they all screamed at the same time. Turns out the car in front had waterboarded and rolled over several times.

We stopped and ran to the car and saw a man jump out of the broken window and run towards the middle partition, followed by a woman. The man picked up a baby seat with a white faced, silent baby. We all froze in horror until the baby started crying.

An ambulance just happened to drive past (this was well before mobile phones) and the very shocked driver loaded the whole family there and drove off. We never knew any more, I hope they were OK.

Some amazing stories here

When I was in my mid teens we'd been staying with friends on an RAF base and there'd been some kind of alert while we were there and our car had to be checked for bombs. On the way home someone ran into the back of us and for that split second before it became obvious what had actually happened I thought we were about to die.

DH being seriously ill and nobody seeming to know what was wrong and other people not seeming to realise how bad it was. GP got him admitted as an emergency and I remember me and MIL sitting outside not knowing what was happening or if he was going to be OK.

Finding a lump in my breast. It was fine, but scared the life out of me as I don't know anyone who has survived breast cancer and at the time knew two people who were going to die from it.

Pre-eclampsia, induction, baby not breathing properly and being taken off to SCBU while I was taken to theatre. Didn't see him until next day, I still get his birthday wrong.

Taking DS for his first vaccinations, only to get there and and find he had a non-blanching rash. Off to hospital we went where they couldn't get a line in for the antibiotics until they'd tried both hands and feet, and DS was screaming the place down and me and DH had to restrain him. Thankfully it turned out to be nothing but scared the life out if me.

Some of you have been through horrendous things and are amazingly strong. However, it's scary how many bad nasty people there are.

I was walking home from a night out with two of my flatmates. On both sides of us there was bushes at the end of that street it went up a hill which to the left the bushes continues and the right was the start of the uni halls.

As we were walking along for some reason, the hairs on my arm stood up and I got a bad feeling. Looked behind me and there was a guy right behind us walking masturbating. He was only early 20s.

I took my flatmates hands and whispered don't look back just run NOW. But because I was the flat joker, they looked back. Screamed and we all started running. He ran after us but we got ahead and sprinted to the top of the hill as he reached the bottom and was still coming. I realised if we didnt get rid of him we'd either lead him right to our flats or have to keep on running. Suddenly rage hit me and I turned and started screaming at him and my flatmates done the same. Luckily he turned and ran away. We ran along our street freaking he was behind us.

Called the police and when they came they said a thirteen year old had been raped their last week 😢. We lived one floor up but were so freaked out we'd see him at our windows we pulled our mattresses into the livingroom to sleep. They never found him.

Next thing was my dd2 at six months was ill. I called nhs direct who said take her to docs on call. As I got her dressed she went totally limp in my arms and her eyes rolled back and she was unresponsive. Iv never felt fear like it. I screamed my husband's name and ran and battered on my neighbours back door as she was a carer with first aid. No answer so I ran into the street to go to her front door the whole time screaming. A man driving by stopped his car and ran over to me and at this point my husband had ran into the hall and lay her down whilst on the phone to 999. He handed me the phone and they told us to strip her down as she was having a seizure. The fast response car arrived and my dad. No idea how he knew I must of called him. Fast response radioed for ambulance to hurry up and then called hospital who said she needed diazepam. At this paramedics arrived. Basically she was having a complex febrile convulsion. They needed to call the hospital back three times to get permission to give her more to bring her out it as it just wasn't working. Seeing her lying there so tiny and naked with three paramedics clearly panicking trying to rouse her and having to give her the diazepam anally which made her soil herself was so scary.

We jumped in the ambulance and by the time we got to hospital she was coming out it. The first night we took her home I was terrified. She had another at eleven months. For some reason I woke in the middle of th night and heard a strange gurgling. Ran to her room as I just knew. This time I was calmer as I'd read up on them. Again we needed an ambulance as she couldn't come it out it herself and we knew shed been in it for at least forty five minutes.

Iv got a couple more I will add later when I have time.

I just remembered another one. Pretty insiginificant to most on here, but it was when I was at the hairdressers a few years ago.

The hairdresser was busy talking to one of the assistants when the scissors slipped out of her hand and stabbed me on the side of my face. If it had been a couple more centimetres I probably would have lost my eye.

She was very apologetic, but it put me off going to hairdressers for a while.

Walking into my bedroom when DS was a few weeks old and seeing him not moving in his cot. No breathing, nothing.
Ex-DH had his back to him and was getting changed for bed.

I walked over with the hairs on my neck on absolute end, and jiggled him. Nothing. Harder. Nothing. By this point, I shook him quite hard and he drew breathe and carried on breathing.

Fucking awful.

to everyone

Remember another one.

I was bullied in school when I was 13, lots of name calling, but it got physical as well, I was threatened with a knife, headbutted etc. One day after school, must have been winter because it was really dark, one of the boys involved grabbed me, spun me round then shoved me out into the road in to oncoming traffic. I remember hitting the tarmac and seeing headlights coming towards me. Thank god the driver saw me and had time to avoid me, but that was pure luck really. If I'd been pushed out a second later it could have been very different.

Some really terrifying stories.
I remembered one more: driving on a bypass in a local-ish area at about 7 in the evening, on the way home from a meeting at the other end of the country. It was Friday night and I was looking forward to going home and putting my feet up.
A woman jumped in front of me on the bypass and I slammed on the brakes - she then opened the passenger door of my car, and leaped inside. I had no idea what she was saying but she seemed very distressed and was screaming the whole time.
I called the police who weren't particularly helpful initially ("can you tell the lady in your car to stop screaming for a moment? we can't hear you properly and it's a bit annoying.."), but eventually told me to stay with her until they arrived. I had no idea what the woman was going to do - on occasions she seemed very hostile to me but I couldn't make sense of what she was saying. She did get out and tried to jump in front of the oncoming traffic several times, then clung on to me and wouldn't let go when the police did arrive.

I was told to go home once they'd taken my statement and never heard any more about it. I often wonder what became of her and what the problem was. It was all very scary - scarier in retrospect when I considered the possibility that she might have attacked me.

Being attacked by a glue sniffer in some local woods on my way home from school. He made me kiss him and I honestly thought I was going to end up dead or worse. I started crying and his personality changed; he then decided to protect me and escort me out of the woods. Back out on the road I ran and ran all the way home. Couldn't tell my mum as she ad always warned me not to cut through the woods on my way home.
I really did see my life flash before my eyes.

When I was about 9 myself and a group of friends went out on the horses for the afternoon. One of the horses got spooked and bolted, my horse followed but slipped on the tarmac, I went over his head and my one foot was still in the stirrup and then got dragged for half a mile before thankfully a motorist blocked the road and stopped him and managed to get me free. Didn't have much skin left on my face and arms that day (ow!) - then I found my friends horse upside down in a ditch....

When I was about 6 I was getting off the school bus outside my house, the bus was on the opposite side to my house and the driver said the road was clear and I could cross - I ran across the road without looking and got hit by a speeding motorist - that hurt too

about 2 years ago I thought I was superwoman and decided to try to move a very large concrete beam all on my own -about 6 months later I was in excruciating pain and went to hospital - scan revealed that I'd had a hernia which tried to close back up and was strangulating my intestines so had to have emergency surgery that afternoon... scared the crap out of me as they didn't really explain what was going on properly they just wheeled me off down to theatre after asking me when the last time I ate was....

about 20 years ago my ex boyfriend tried to kill me so that was pretty scary too.

Realising that if we didn't run, my twin and I were going to be crushed between 2 street trams in Hong Kong as we tried to cross the road. I grabbed her hand and literally pulled her away in the nick of time.

When I was 13 I went on a French Exchange with school, it was a tiny village and the girl was a real cow and basically ignored me. Her parents spoke no English and my French was very basic so it was hard work.

She took me to her friends house to go swimming and told me to go upstairs to get changed. As I was half undressed her friends dad came
in and locked the door..... I tried to get out, he blocked my way and shoved my hand in his crotch and then pinned me to the bed. I was shouting but nobody could hear us. Eventually I got out and tried to tell the girl what had happened whilst in tears. She just smirked...... We had to spend time with this family the rest of the holiday and I was terrified he'd try again. I had bruises on my thighs from his hands yet nobody took any notice.

But the scariest are some times from DS2 being in hospital. Those who've also unfortunately experienced similar will know the absolute terror and despair when your child is unconscious or fitting or in intensive care. I can barely even think of it as its so distressing.

I fell down a mine shaft when I was 7 years old. A mine shaft had opened up after some heavy rain and my bothers and I went to have a look. Anyway got too close to the edge which gave way and went down about 6 feet on the bit that gave way. Anyway my brothers panicked and went to get help and I remember slipping a bit downwards and thinking this isnt too bad actually and I can see the bottom from here. So I thought about jumping of the bit I was sat on to get to the bottom. At that point help arrived and I was quickly hauled out. I later found out that the mine shaft was over two hundred feet deep and my brothers got the biggest telling off from my Grandfather. Still makes me feel queasy when I think about it.