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.

Too many drink and drugs ones startlingly similar to many of the PP.

Slightly more niche - out of embarrassment/pride I didn't correct an acquaintance when she was booking a private horse ride on holiday on the Isle of Arran. She said we were about the same level. She events and competed, I was a very rusty happy hacker.

Cue her being given a fit ex racehorse who was all over the place, to her delight, and me an enormous beast of a very very fresh hunter - all 17.2 of him.

We got to an open field and started to canter and I knew I was going to die. The bloody thing took off. My friend of a friend and the instructor we're having a lovely time racing along.

I had to make some quick decisions as we hurtled towards a 6 foot hedge that I knew he was going to jump, killing me in the process. I was seconds from flinging myself off, figuring that a fall from 17.2 hands at speed was preferable to the same fall, plus 6 feet. I somehow managed to turn him in a circle by practically pulling the bit out of his mouth and kicking him into the bottom of the hedge.

We walked the rest of the way. So ego and embarrassment nearly killed me.

I now massively underplay my riding experience/ability if I get on a strange horse. I was about 30 at the time so not even a reckless teen anymore.

Probably as a teen I'd have loved it and kicked him on and died, but died happy.

@ChilliCheese123 - yes the majority of our stories on here are about fear of males.

Back in the 90's when the IRA were still active on the mainland - saw some armed coppers at a public event, then trotted off without thinking. Next thing I know I have 2 van fulls of angry sounding police, pointing firearms at me and shouting to put my hands where they can see them. The thought went through my mind that if didn't I was going to be dead but if I pulled them out too fast I was also not going to like the consequences.

Had a few things explode rather too close for comfort and nearly killed one of my children by giving them a dose of the other child's drugs.

For some reason when I was 18/19 I decided it would be a really good idea to earn a bit of spare cash by rocking up to the local divey nightclub at kicking out time and be an unofficial taxi.

I have no idea how I never got hurt or assaulted. I didn't know a good 90% of the people I gave lifts to and I'd often drive places I'd never been before at 3am... I'd be furious if either of my kids did it!

Made an absolute fortune however. Would drive people half a mile up the road to the kebab shop, drunk guys would ask if I wanted any petrol money, I'd say "oh, just whatever change you have spare" and because drunk people tend to break notes rather than count change all night they'd empty 10's of £££ into my ashtray.

I grew up in London, first house near Victoria, second near Clapham Junction. I routinely took short cuts over railway sidings. No idea how I never got noticed, hit or electrocuted.

Some lad attempted to mug me after a night out in London. I was so hammered I told him I would use his own knife to cut his cock off. Luckily it worked and he actually ran off. looking back it probably wasn’t the wisest thing to do

When I was 19 I got into modelling. I met an agent who was probably mid 30s. My mum was very unsure of the whole situation and she came and met him with me 3 or 4 times and came to the first photoshoots he had organised to build my portfolio etc. We really liked him so when he invited me over to his house one night to sign paperwork I didnt think anything of it and my mum gladly waved me off.
When I got there within seconds he had thrown me onto the sofa and had me pinned me down trying to remove my trousers. I dont know what came over me but I told him if he didnt let me leave that instant I would make sure he ended up a dead man. He stood up calmly and showed me the door. I was in his house less than 5 minutes. I will never forget how scared I was and the song he had playing still haunts me now whenever I hear it.
I felt so stupid, I never told anyone for months. My mum knew something was up because after that night I never did modelling again. I refused to tell the police because I was so worried that i wouldnt be believed as he was very well thought of in the industry. 14 years on I just pray my decision didnt harm others

Just after I met now-DH I was on a night out with him and a few friends I was meeting for the first time, when a really drunk guy started badly pestering a couple of the friends. He wouldn't take no for an answer and the door staff in the pub didn't do anything even when we spoke to them. We decided to leave and the guy followed us, pint in hand (walking right past door staff despite outdoor drinking being illegal here). He fell down the steps outside and managed to pour the whole pint on a couple walking past while he was trying to keep up with us.

We were at a nearby taxi office and he was still hassling the friends, and it got to the point my DH got so annoyed he told the guy to fuck off and was ready to fight him.

I was scared he would get arrested for assault, so in my infinite drunken wisdom told DH to step back and got involved myself. I pushed the guy back hard, multiple times, to the point he stumbled and fell down on his arse onto the road. Our taxi arrived so we all just left before anything else happened.

No, I'll never be proud of my actions that night but in my head it was better than my DH punching him.

Weeks later we found out that same guy had robbed a nearby shop at knifepoint just 3 days after that incident, it wasn't his first or last knife crime either. It still gives me shivers that he may have had a knife on him that night too.

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!

you were lucky. I know someone who died in the same circumstances (except she was a bridesmaid at a wedding at a club). Drunkenly riding around the place in a golf cart. It tipped over. She broke her neck. She was only 25.

Scariest thing for me was a car trip home from a disco in Kenmare back to Glengarriff. I was with locals and my friend had driven over to the disco (at around 11 at night). We got back in the car and her younger brother was at the wheel before I realised- and he was drunk. This was 30 years ago and the roads from Kenmare to Glengarrif were windy and twisty and perched over drops. I actually prayed the whole way there and thought I was going to die. We stopped to drop someone off and I refused to get back into the car unless my (sober) friend drove the rest of the way.

Hmmmmminteresting nothing that man did before or since is your responsibility

@softjellycell
But surely no one wears parachutes in gliders, they dont go high enough?
Before my husband flew light aircraft, he flew gliders, I never saw any one ever with a parachute.

I used to wing walk

I was volunteering at a children’s home in Sub-saharan Africa. Two of the other volunteers hired a car to take them out into the bush to deliver medical supplies to the bushmen and I said I’d come along. What followed was the most intense offroading experience ever - the 4x4 had no dashboard, no windows in the back, j no missors, no seatbelts, and we were flying around in the back seat, I ended up sitting in the footwell for most of the ride, barely able to see for clouds of dust! I had zero
Idea where I was, there seemed to be no landmarks and we srove for hours out i to nowhere! If we had crashed or got lost I had no idea where we were, where we were going, who the driver was, no phone signal and no numbers to call anyway. It all turned out okay in the end, but it was a hair raising experience!

When I was about 28 I went to a club and met a guy. The next day he called and we went to a movie and back to his house. I hardly knew him at all, nothing happened but afterward I thought how unsafe that was! No one knew his name and he could have killed me and hid me in the woods and they would never find me.

I also used to go hiking alone, we live near mountains and again, some one could push me off a cliff or I just could just fall off and no one would know where I was. I’ve actually gone not that long ago, but have since decided it is a really bad idea!

Probably the worst though was in my young stupid days 20 years ago when I was 99 lbs (no longer!) and would drink then drive. I didn’t do it often but there were a few times I didn’t remember the drive home. Absolutely insane. I was so thin one drink would have me legally drunk. But still, very idiotic.

Walking to girl guides aged 11 ish?
Maybe 12 at a push. With a friend.
Kidnapped. Held hostage in an upstairs flat with only one door and no fire escape.
Friend knew the wierdo (fairy sure he was grooming/raping her , looking back )
Police surrounded the building.
Late 1980s so no mobiles
Loads of noise. Police trying to kick the door in. Wierd man shouting. Friend crying.
Having to hide under his bed so police couldn't see us from the windows.

Either that, or waking up because I was cold. Hanging from my neck by the "safety bar" of my top bunk.

This is a great thread, some absolutely terrifying stories on here.

I have a story that actually happened to a friend of mine. We were 14 and one she bunked off school for a couple of days. When she came back she told me she’d taken a train from London to Leeds to meet a man she’d met on an online chat room. He’d been masquerading as a teenage boy but it was actually a man in his late thirties. She wouldn’t say too much about what happened expect she’d spent a couple of days holed up in his flat with him and that he had a samurai sword in his bedroom. Still makes my blood run cold when I think about it.

I was on a northern line tube, intending to get off at King’s Cross on the afternoon. Of the fire. The tube didn’t stop and went straight through to Camden Town.

Went abseiling without proper equipment, just a rope tied several times over! I was 13.

In my 20’s took ridiculous amounts of recreational drugs (Ecstasy, speed, Ketamine, GHB etc) spent more than one night in hospital having passed out after taking too much.

I was so fucking stupid, the last time it happened my friends were on the point of phoning my parents when I woke up.

I got my shit together after that, moved back home and stopped the party life.

@cologne4711, the “classic abseil” is a legitimate technique

Yikes some of these are awful! Looking back, mine was equally as bad...
Years ago when I was 18 I used to take a short cut through an isolated park on way home from a karate class at 9pm. I said I wouldn't do this when the evenings got darker but did anyway as it saved me 10 minutes. One night I could hear someone walking really fast behind me so knew I was in trouble. I turned around as he got nearer, he said in an eerily calm voice that I should know what's about to happen and not to struggle as he had a knife. I managed to cover up how scared I was and suddenly blurted from nowhere that he didn't have to rape me but instead we could have sex at mine as I had HIV and gonnorhea and would love to have sex with someone as hadn't had it in so long. With that he told me to fuck off and ran off! How he believed my made up story I will never know but I managed to save myself and my life. I don't know if he really did have a knife or not but I never took a short cut again after that. You should always walk where it's well lit and with people and traffic around. I felt guilty that I never reported what happened, I was just relieved to have escaped unscathed.

@RosesandIris

Before we got married Dh and I walked across a frozen lake. It wasn't all frozen and everytime I think about it my blood runs cold. Several years later while in a waiting room a man who was there was chatting about it to someone and couldn't believe that people could be so foolhardy. I kept my head down. I couldn't believe it either He lived beside the lake.

Dh And I were driving down a narrow, winding road with a 30mph limit, car behind was right up our arse and he couldn't overtake us due to bends in the road, so he was almost goading us to break the speed limit. At the end of this road, I very stupidly stuck my fingers up at him.
He drove after us a few miles and when we got a set of red lights he got out and started pounding on the glass and screaming at us, he looked high on something as well. Never seen fury like it.

DH apologised to the guy for what I had done, to stop it escalating further. If he had got out to defend us and punches were thrown he would have lost his job or got himself killed.

I learnt a very important lesson that day, to let things go. I'm still so ashamed that I put my family in danger.

Getting a lift on my own with two men who were total strangers. I was around 19 or 20. As it happens they were nice and friendly.

Another where I got a lift and the guy decided I should pay him by way of a BJ when we reached my house...started unzipping himself.

I'm much older and wiser and would never do that...neither would my DDs thank God.

I didn't give the BJ by the way...but I realised I put myself in a dangerous position.

I used to cut through a park all the time on my way home. One winter I was doing it in the dark, turned a corner and three lads in black walked towards me. I’d been too hot in my scarf so had shoved it in the pocket of the hoodie I was wearing, the type with one big pocket, which was under my coat. I was preparing to hand over my phone, bag etc when I saw one of them look at my stomach, make a coughing noise and then they just walked past me saying “sorry”.

I realised once the adrenaline wore off that the scarf made me look passably pregnant, enough to convince a young lad in the dusk anyway, and I’m convinced that’s why I wasn’t at least mugged.

Other than that, being in a car with a drunk auntie as a child and her sliding on black ice though I didn’t really have a choice in that one is probably the scariest other situation I’ve been in. Luck rather than anything, I’ve definitely done some risky things!