What's the most dangerous situation you've ever put yourself in?

[Magicra84]

I've had a few...

Got involved with a few unsavoury men through online dating. Luckily sussed them out and binned them off before things got too serious.

I once walked home over four miles at 2am through one of the roughest areas round here. A man out walking a dog stopped me to talk. It shit me up but he was nice, he just couldn't sleep so took rover out.

Omg so many!! All involve my girlfriends and I drinking and hanging out with random (male) strangers. I never actually had a bad experience but so many scenarios could have gone horribly wrong now that I look back. I'm never letting my daughter leave the house when she becomes a teenager!!

Baluchistan95

😂😂 no problem

Still pleased to be here sometimes 25 years later when I think about it!

Ok one was when I worked at a golf course with my best friend. It was after hours late at night and we were drinking and decided to take out one of the golf carts for a ride. It was super dark and foggy and we were blasting around the course like idiots. The course was really hilly and covered in ponds and bridges and trees - I'm amazed we didn't crash and/or die. For real one of the funnest nights of my life!

I've had plenty of accidents, nearly drowned a few times, a few a bit too outing stories

I've also been following / stalked a few times (3). I used to walk or ride home from the university postproduction suites at 3am or 5am, I often used to take the graveyard shifts because I was a night owl. I was followed one morning, but they turned around when I stopped and turned around, I gave them a full up and down, so they knew I could identify them (most rapists won't attack if they know you could identify them... unless they intend to murder you anyway...).

I met up with a random guy I met online. I was 18, first year of uni, mental health in the gutter, left my halls at 2am to drive the 200 miles to meet him in the middle of nowhere. Told no one. Remember thinking that I was on the verge of suicide anyway, so what's the worst that could happen?

12 years on and we're married with kids.

Sadly, in a room with my ex (who is also the father of my child)

Otherwise, probably a few sightseeing trips I took around a city I used to live in overseas. I was once in a dodgy neighbourhood looking for an ancient church. My sister was with me and said it was getting a bit dodgy, I said it was fine, then my friend who was also with us pointed out that a kid had a taser.

OMG @InkogKneeToe!

I thought my bf at the time was cheating on me so I started snooping around his apartment when he was in the shower. Underneath the couch cushion I found a bag of cocaine (I think? It was white powder) and a machete! I pretended like I didn't see it and got the hell away from him. I heard he's in jail now 🤷🏼‍♀️

@InkogKneeToe How lovely! That made me smile

On a uni trip in France, all very drunk and in hindsight irresponsible. Had only been at uni a month so not close to anyone. Couldn’t speak the language. Anyway some boys I vaguely recognised from my course were going back to hostel in what I presumed was a taxi. On the drive it turned out they had just knocked on the window of a guys car at the traffic lights. When arrived at the hostel he did luckily take us to, he started getting aggressive about a large amount of money he wanted that no one had. Luckily I managed to get out and go to my room with no hassle. So lucky it could have gone horribly wrong and was a very stupid thing to do.

When I was 17 me and my best friend would go out to the pubs after work on a Saturday night after sharing a bottle of cheap plonk before we even got to the pub. One night we we were already quite drunk and got chatting to a group of 5 men, big muscle body builder types, who started buying us drinks, eventually we all got thrown out (I didn’t realise this at the time my friend told me later, I thought we left cos we chose too 😳)as we were so drunk and ended up in another pub where they bought us more drinks. Fortunately my friend was aware enough to realise when she tasted her drink that it wasn’t what we’d asked for and was something more potent. Also very fortunately another friend lived in a flat literally next door to the pub. We told the guys we were going outside for some fresh air and banged on friends door and fortunately she was there and let us in. A few minutes later we heard these guys come out of the pubs shouting. “Hey girls, where are you?”

Still can’t remember whether we stayed at rescue friends flat or went home.

Walking home from the student union bar through the red light district many times. Ended up attracting a ‘friend’ who would say hello everytime he saw me and walk with me into uni, still not sure why he attached himself to me as he was obviously a drug addict, but our conversations were just everyday stuff and he never tried to push drugs or do anything sinister.

Getting in to a club at the age of 14 then walking home through an area where there had been a spate of sex attacks at 1am. My friends didn’t know I’d left and my parents thought I was staying at a friends house.

Like lots of you, many drunk going back to random men's houses in my late teens early 20s, putting myself at risk. Most actually were nice and I had fun, but I'm sure I had sex just to avoid being raped, a couple of times.

In the early 90s, travelled all the way across Venezuela with about $5 in my pocket, and a bag of stringy mangoes, panicking, to get me back to Trinidad, where I had one friend. Could have been so stranded. Luckily I made it to Trinidad on the ferry (went to completely wrong ferry port first time) and he let me stay with him and his family. Had a brilliant time.

Stayed in a mixed-dorm hostel in Ecuador, with only one other guest, a man. He did try to rape me but I managed to fight him off and get help. That was terrifying, but the only bad experience I had in a year travelling in South America.

Went willingly into an old man's house I didn't know in New York, thinking it was my friend's house. It wasn't; she had moved out because he was so weird and scary. He wouldn't let me go unless my friend paid him for me. The negotiations went on for ages, in Polish; I don't speak Polish, so I sat there, sipping iced tea, completely oblivious to the fact that I had been kidnapped.

Trusting colleague on my first day working in a prison. Niavely believed we all looked out for each other.
Manager had certainly been there too long and believed her own bull.
Told me to go make a drink for her and I in the the small staff like room, turned round with two hot drinks to be greeted by 3 prisoners in the doorway.
I was frozen to the spot and wondering how I could throw 2 drinks at 3 people and not get a cell for myself when (what felt like hours) the vicar walks in "oh, you must be new... come with me" we walked past my manager who had forgotten she'd sent me in there and them shortly after, apparently.

@Savingshoes bloody hell, that's bad!

I was walking round the country lanes near my house, wearing bloody headphones. Without taking the headphones out, and barely looking, I opened the gate to cross a train track. I noticed the train coming as I stepped on to the track. This was a tiny crossing in the middle of nowhere.

I had a few seconds to step back, and cling on to the inside of the gate whilst shitting myself. There was no time to open the gate back to the lane. I was maybe 3 and a half feet from the train. It was deafening, and the wind was pulling me in. I've never been so frightened in my life.

I never wore headphones walking round there after that.

I went to Tescos a couple of weeks ago.

I lived in America in my late teens. I was in a bar with a friend and got chatting to an eccentric older man in a pink suit and pink cowboy hat who told me he had a pink Cadillac.
My (male) friend and I arranged to meet him the next evening to show himthe red light district of Washington DC.
When we got there, he was chatting to a woman. We all got in the car with her in the front and she started directing where to go. It fidnt feel right but we said nothing. We ended up an alley when she said she had to pee and got out of the car. The man asked how we knew her. The penny dropped that she didnt know any of us just as a group of men started running towards the car armed with bats. One of them had a gun.
It was an alley so nowhere to go. The driver put his foot down and they scattered.
He thought we has set him up and it took a lot of convincing to explain we hadn't.
It was really terrifying.

So many of these involve South America, is it just a whole country of dodgy men? I ask as my dad's from there and.... a bit dodgy.

Off-piste skiing. One or two close shaves with death.

Picked up a lone male hitchhiker at 2am in the arse end of nowhere.

Negotiating a coach on a very narrow part of a steep, high mountain pass. Not enough room to get past so had to go right to the edge, with a sheer drop of hundreds of feet. The back wheels slightly went over the edge. Still feel sick thinking about it...

I was 19 and out at a nightclub with my best friend. We'd got chatting to this really friendly older guy (around 30) who invited us and a load of other randomers back to his 'barn conversion' for a party after kicking out time. He'd been on soft drinks all night, so we were happy to accept a lift from him in his fancy car, rather than queuing for taxis with everyone else.

He lived out in the sticks, so there were a few miles of very twisty-turn-y, narrow B roads on the way and he was driving pretty fast. I was in the passenger seat in the front and my best friend and a couple of our mates were in the back, when he started telling us he had "these amazing pills - I'm just coming up on a couple now, I'll share some out when we get to mine!"

I realised that he was high as a kite and just as it dawned on my how dangerous this could get since he was driving, he cranked the music up super loud and took his hands off the steering wheel and started dancing, waving his arms all over the place and yelled to me: "Your turn!", as he nodded at the steering wheel and continued to zoom along these dark, narrow and - luckily - very familiar country roads. I was terrified. I probably only had 'control' of the wheel for 5 seconds, but it was utterly terrifying and he could so easily have killed everyone in that car that night, by being a flash, gurning prick.

We did have a wicked time back at his barn, after we had all shouted and screamed at him about what a wanker he was. In the end we were just pretty drunk relieved to be alive, but I was more than happy to fork out for a taxi home as the sun came up!

Deciding to carry on as normal and take my kids cafe during the Arab spring in Tunisia.

I didn't really clock that anything was different until the vans and pickups full of armed men stopped by me, shouting at me. I was pushing my 1 year old in a buggy and with my 11 year old. I spoke only broken crappy Arabic so kept my month shut.

Learnt later that week, that similar vans and pickups filled of armed angry men had abducted and raped some girls in my area.

Was lucky we didn't get shot or disappeared, as being foreign and standing out like a sore thumb, made us ideal targets.

Really didn't think much of it at the time and found the nightly gunshots quite exciting.

A few months later we left as the society and local community took a turn for the worse, they had always been welcoming and friendly but became very insular and anti foreigners.

It has taken some years to get back to a openness but it has never truly been the same. The arab spring bought businesses that catered to Tunisians and not just tourists and many of their lives improved and after the beach attack things become more insular anyway when tourists stayed away. Akin to Brexit and xenophobia. Visited many times since and it was never the same as pre 2011.

oooh remember when sex workers were getting murdered in Ipswich? I was a teenager and working at Debenhams. I had to walk back to the train station late at night ( 9pm) down Portman Road which was the main hub of activity. Debenhams decided to put taxis on for me to get to the station, however one night someone forgot to book it.

So I walked...whilst girls were still going missing.

I was a fucking idiot (still am)