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Squaredsc | Tuesday, October 21, 2003 - 08:11 pm     ok here is my entry. beware everyone, it's very scary..... Ok this story is not for children under the age of 13. It is a true story and I know about it because it happened to me. Picture it, Baltimore Maryland, summer of 2002. It was a very hot summer for Baltimore. Temperatures hovered around the 100 degree mark. You could see the waves of heat rising off the streets. It was one of those rare Saturdays that I didn’t work. So I woke up late, as I usually do on a day off, and decided to do a load of laundry. I started pulling out some clothes out of the hamper and making piles. Then I grabbed the pile of colored clothes and took them to the laundry room in the basement. Everything was going along fine and then it happened. It was a day that will live in infamy. As I went to close the lid on the washing machine, somehow my fingernail got caught in the lid and when I closed it <sob> my nail was broken. Not just a clean break, but it was broken past the skin, and it bled. <sobbing profusely> I didn’t know what to do. I was just paralyzed with fear and pain. I cried uncontrollably for a few moments. After my crying jag, I got a hold of myself and walked back upstairs. I immediately ran some cold water on my finger and grabbed a band-aid. I then ran around the house looking for my shoes and purse and then jetted to the nail salon so they could fix this monstrous looking nail. Luckily the salon wasn’t busy and I could be serviced right away. I tell ya this was the scariest moment in my life and I hope to never repeat this experience again.
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Pamy | Tuesday, October 21, 2003 - 08:15 pm     I am LOL cuz I just remembered Lance's real name! lollol!! Theme song??? One is comming to mind...it's the story.... |
Pamy | Tuesday, October 21, 2003 - 08:22 pm     {{{Square}}} Thank God the salon was open! |
Squaredsc | Tuesday, October 21, 2003 - 08:24 pm     aaack, pamy you're hugging me again. back off. |
Adven | Tuesday, October 21, 2003 - 08:27 pm     (((Square))) (((Pamy))) (((mole))) |
Squaredsc | Tuesday, October 21, 2003 - 08:30 pm     oh heezy. <runs back to the waterbed> |
Reader234 | Tuesday, October 21, 2003 - 08:36 pm     *yawn... I was sleeping, and I heard some aubergine crying. Square kindly reminded me we only have 24 hours... Well, picture this. Freshman year college, Finals. Over. Tuition. Due. Job. Test. So I get in my lil yellow beetle bug and I drive in the country. I must pass yet another final. My dad's company has a working scholarship program. If I can type the prerequisite number of words per minute, I will have a union job and make enough to cover tuition for a year, plus some. Test. over. I pass. What do I decide to do? Well what any 18 year old driving in the country of Hebron IN will do. Drive a little further to go visit her firend's gravesite to see if her mom was able to afford a gravestone. As you drive down the unknown roads filled with corn, you notice an 18wheeler driving from the side (it says State Farm on the side, looks like a chemical truck tho) you spot a stop light up ahead... THEN YOU HEAR THE HONK OF AN 18 wheeler, you look out the window and all you see is the grill of that infamous 18 wheeler. Grab hold of the wheel. Say your prayers, because you are going to see your friend in person, in Heaven!! Hang on you now realize you are in your very first car accident, and your last. The car spins slowly, you hold on and then bonk. Your head hits the wheel, the car tilts to the passenger side, then rights itself. Quiet. Awfully Quiet. No white lights. I feel blood trickle down my face, no worries, I have kleenex in the back ... hmmmm that hurt, as I reach to the back seat of the beetle bug, I notice, there is no longer a roof on the car and huge metal bar sticking in my car seat. (good thing I hung on to that wheel or that would be in my back...) I hear screaming (nope not mine) People come running out of no where. Tell me not to move. What are they crazy? I'm fine!! I crawl out. And I'm now starting to fall down this ravine... the car wheels are bent. Wonder why my car didnt fall down that ravine? The nice farmer asks me to sit down, and I tell him I should call my dad, I dont think I can drive my car home. Dad's not home, he's actually not far from here. "Dad, I did not swerve to miss a dog, I promised I wouldnt do that. Dad, just drive down State Road 8, Dad... Dad... DAD JUST DRIVE TILL YOU SEE THE FLATTENED BUG" Why is it parents never believe you? The sound of an ambulance, and panic. I shouldnt let anyone see that car, without me!! The ambulance is all volunteers, and the farmers are in the field, its all the moms. I tell them I can get inside the ambulance by myself. Its their first run....ever. Oh goody. I hear them call the hospital. They are lost. I sit up and direct them thru the back route to the hospital. Note to self, always know how to get to hospital, in may come in handy. My future mother in law works at this hospital, would they mind letting her know I'm coming in for a visit? Thank you. The hospital wants the ambulance people to bring me out on the stretcher. Oh goody. It trips, I get off, wait while they get the stretcher down, then climb back on. They are really nice people. Glad I'm not hurt. The hospital decides nothing is wrong with me and sends me home. My dad comes running in the house, grabs me and hugs me. and hugs me, and hugs me. My mom wants to know what all the fuss is about, after all, I only have one scratch on me. I needed 2 stitches... INSIDE my nose. (for a week people kept handing me a kleenex, I was so mortified!!) Dad had a polaroid picture of the car. My mom starts crying. My dad hugs me tighter. SHeesh its not like I got hurt or anything. And I think I do have custody of that polaroid pic!! This happened in June of '78. I think of it every time I hear those truck horns. AND I always check intersections, even if I do have the green light, and its the next intersection ahead. Turns out it was the drivers first day. His buddies bought him a few beers to celebrate. He was on a farm dirt road and thought he could beat the yellow beetle bug, and didnt stop at a stop sign. We only got the blue book value for that beetle bug, plus a few measly dollars, since I wasnt hurt. We found out about the driver about a month later, but again, it was the '80's!! And my girlfriend did have a marker on her grave. But I never visited it there. She didnt want me to!! Obviously. |
Reader234 | Tuesday, October 21, 2003 - 08:37 pm     pssst Pamy, meet me in the aubergine room, I want to know Lance's name too. |
Pamy | Tuesday, October 21, 2003 - 08:55 pm     Reader, I think your friend was with you in the car that day, I honestly do! |
Zachsmom | Tuesday, October 21, 2003 - 09:32 pm     Okay, this is my scariest moment and still affects me today. When I was 10 years old my family & I were at the beach. I was an excellent swimmer and had swam in some rough waters and was fearless. The 'flag' of the day was yellow, no big deal, swam in yellow flag before, just needed to be careful of undertows and riptides. I got my boogie board and headed out to the water with my brother. Had a blast and was about to decide to go in when my boogie board escaped me and went to shore. No big deal, I'd catch the next wave and body surf to the shore. As I was waiting for the wave I noticed that I was drifting (rather quickly) down the shoreline and couldn't find my parents. (standing rule, had to stay in line of vision with Mom) as a matter of fact I was 2 lifeguard stations away from where I was supposed to be. I thought to myself, Okay Zachsmom you're in a riptide, stay calm. I was fairly calm and just swam with the riptide but it was draging me further out, and the waves were really pulling me under. The waves were incredibly strong and after 2 more times of being pulled under I started to panic. I started swallowing a lot of water and was extremely afraid. The last thing I remember was being pulled under once again then awaken upon the beach. A lifeguard noticed me and came out and saved me and was awakened by mouth to mouth and vomiting up water (sorry if TMI) Since that day I have tried to get back in the Ocean to swim the way I used to. Every time I try and combat this fear I have a panic attack. I believe the Ocean isn't something you can try and win. It's a powerful amazing entity that one should hold in awe and respect. |
Mak1 | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 04:31 am     These stories are very scary and I'm glad you all lived to tell the tales. OMG Square - Which nail was it? Having raised 3 daughters, I have at least a few scary stories I could tell. I'll tell one that may, or may not, suggest the paranormal. At any rate, it isn't normal! A little background: We live in the house my husband's uncle built and lived in with his family until he died. From the beginning, we have heard doors slam upstairs when nobody is up there. They actually sometimes reopen and close again. There have been a few unexplained drafts of cold air, nothing too scary. One night in 1987, when hubby was away, I was going to bed when I heard one of the girls upstairs talking. It was late so I went up to remind her to go to sleep. She (Lorie) was about 5. Kelly (9) slept in the same room. When I got there, Kelly was turned away from me, facing the wall. Lorie was turned in my direction. Both appeared to be asleep, but I whispered "Lorie?". Lorie: "Mom, he's so cute." Me: "Who?" Lorie: "The little boy." Me: "What little boy?" (grinning now, knowing she's sleep-talking) Lorie: "He's 4 years old. He's so-o-o cute!" Me: "Where is he, Lorie?" (This is so much fun! I feel like I'm inside her cute little dream.) Immediately, Kelly rolls over, points her arm in the direction of the floor under Lorie's bed and says.... "He's right there!" Me: "WHERE?" Kelly then rolls right back into her sleep position, because she is in a deep sleep. I looked where she pointed. Should I bend down and look under the dark bed? Nah, it's just a dream, right? Both of them are in the same dream? What?? Me: "Lorie? Kelly? Are you 2 awake? Ok, that was really funny. Come on, I know you're awake! I know you're going to start laughing in a minute. Come on." No response, not even a hint of a smile starting. Both girls are sound asleep. I back slowly out of the room, peek back in after a few seconds....just to be sure they're asleep (they are!). I go quickly to bed, and sleep with the covers pulled over my head. The girls have no idea what I'm talking about in the morning and no memory of a dream about a little boy. |
Jan | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 07:39 am     I hope we have until tonight as I am in a rush on my way out the door and won't be back till late this PM. I haven't had time to read anything here since early evening yeterday so I hope there have been no rule changes since then. With Adven, you never know Have a happy day everyone |
Adven | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 08:34 am     I have a story from my storied youth. I can't get immunity for this one because well, it wouldn't be fair and I'm all about fairness. When I was in my mid twenties I went up north, waaayyy up north, to work in the diamond mines around Yellowknife and to freeze my @ss off. I handled the @ass-freezing like a trooper, but mine work required a degree of exertion that didn't please me. I landed a job even further up north as a guide for tourists who wanted to see polar bears - which was funny since I knew nothing about polar bears, but was skilled at making facts up - "yes, ma'am, polar bears do lay their eggs out in the snow; they're green, not white, however, so they can be seen in the snow". We had a base camp and would take tourists out on these huge contraptions - tractors with enclosed sheds on top of them. The polar bears would eventually show up, everyone would "ooh" and "aah" even though the bears weren't really doing anything, snap some pictures and then we'd go back and get in a little @ss-freezing. For those without my polar expertise, I should mention that polar bears are extremely dangerous, particularly males. They are at the top of the food chain up there, they know it and don't take crap off anyone. The locals, what few there are, say they routinely track hunters for days looking for an opportunity to close in. On one tourist excursion, a male polar bear ripped a cub to shreds in front of us just because he was having a bad day. I can tell you the tourists were doing a little bit more than "oohing" and "aahing" that day. Anyway, we were at our base camp one day and I woke up very early, feeling the call of mother nature. We used to park the Cat (the tractor thingie) out in the open so we could see if any bears were around and the rule was you didn't leave the Cat without checking very carefully for neighbours and, preferably, didn't leave without taking someone with you to scan the horizon. Polar bears are that dangerous. Not thinking, and not having seen a bear in the vicinity in weeks, I let my guard down and walked out without checking. I was about to start writing my name in the snow, when I heard a scuffling near a couple of old oil drums about 30 feet away. You're right. It was a polar bear. A very large male to be precise. Strangely, my desire to take a leak disappeared and was replaced by a "Mary, Sweet Mother of Jesus, what's that bear doing here?" I stared at him for a minute, but it seemed like 60 seconds, and he stared back. I don't know how long he thought it seemed like. I was too far from the Cat to make a run for it (my legs weren't feeling too stable, anyway) and all the other morons were fast asleep and were of no use. I remember thinking that I didn't want to go getting eaten by a bear while taking a leak, but basically I just stared in disbelief and a fair amount of horror. I say horror, because the bear started to sway back and forth and was grunting in a way I didn't find reassuring. I should mention that when a polar bear sways it means he's agitated, not happy with your presence and deciding whether you'd be tasty or not. Well, I'm still here, so the bear obviously didn't attack. I'm sure to this day, though, that he was about to. Something must have distracted him, although I don't know what it was. He made a movement as if something startled him (yes, I almost p*ssed myself when he did this) and stopped swaying. He looked at me again, but I could tell he had lost interest. I hadn't. He sauntered off and I eventually made my way back to the Cat where I recounted the story to the waking morons where I added a few facts to make me look a little less frightened. I think I may have told them I scared the bear off or beat it off with a branch. I can't remember. |
Squaredsc | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 09:25 am     all i can say about these stories are wow! |
Spitfire | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 09:39 am     ROFLMAO Adven.....you say "I stared at him for a minute, but it seemed like 60 seconds" much to funny |
Grannyg | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 10:38 am     Ok, Here's mine. I grew up in a very small town in Mississippi. Went to a very small high school. I mean there were 20 people in my Senior Class. Every one knew everyone else because most of us had lived there almost all of our lives. My very best friend has been my very best friend for 45 years. When we get together, usually over holidays, we still act like we did in high school. Being a Senior in this high school was a very big deal. You were the oldest and you had the right to show everyone "the ropes". There were certain priviledges that only Seniors had. One was taking the Junior Class to the Haunted Cemetery that was located just outside of town. This is one that has the sucken graves and chipped head stones and old old trees. Does anybody remember the movie "Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte"? Well just looking at this place would give you the creeps. So on Halloween, We all piled into pick up trucks and off we go for our initiation. They took us out there, drove around and around and dropped us off and we had to find out way out of there. The Seniors would go back to the main road and wait for us there. Well on our way trying to find our way out, my best friend fell into a sunken grave. |
Jan | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 12:34 pm     Ok c'mon guys. how am I supposed to beat stories about locked in coolers, and polar bears, and car accidents and ghosts and sunken graves and, for crying out loud, the worst of all, Broken NAILS!!! What a re you trying to do to me. I've lived a tame life here in Canada where we are ALL innocent (well except for Adven) |
Jan | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 12:38 pm     Does it have to be scary stories? I could tell you lots of stories of me being ultra dumb like the time I was driving my boyfriends car and FORGOT that there was a very long boat trailer behind it. I tried to back up and remembered the boat trailer when it swung around and smashed a dent in the DRIVER door. He was VEERY pleased with me. or the time we had the boat in a lock on a canal and I inadvertently tied us off. The water was just about to start flooding the boat when he noticed and yanked out the knot. Again, he was very pleased. or the time we were driving straight through on a 45 hour trip , taking turns driving. While he was sleeping, I stopped for gas, then inadvertently turned back the wrong way. By the time he woke up , I was an hour back the wrong way. He was VERY pleased. As you can see , I really know how to please my man! Any volunteers for the position : but scared..I can't think of scared..I will keep thinking. |
Jan | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 12:48 pm     OK I have lived 56 years and many of them have been very tough years ( can you hear the sound of the world's tinyest violin playing just for me? ) but I have not had that many incidents that were scary enough to stay in my memory. The most scared I can remember being is the day I started university. I was 46 years old and had been granted a paid leave from work to get a degree. I had not been to school in 26 years and I was scared crapless. No one hurt me. No one tried to kill me. No ghosts visited me. No graves sprang up in front of me....and I didn't even break a nail but I sure was scared. Luckily for me, I am much smarter at schoolwork that I am at common sense. As you can tell by my stupid events post above, I have zero common sense. I did manage to graduate 4 years later with an Honours Psych degree(with the highest graduating mark in the entire ..well very small...university I might add. I don't want you to think I am totally stupid ) But I will never forget how very frightened I was that first day on campus. |
Reader234 | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 01:13 pm     Jan, I'm torn between typing WTG, because you've earned that!! And LOL!! I was too stupid to know i was supposed to be scared when I went to university! I think I was just so happy to get away from home to think about being scared!! But remember, that dog attacking me made me scream, and dont think y ou have the rights to silly stuff, you just happen to remember yours. I am in denial!! and Jan, you dont look 56, I think you and a few others are pulling my leg!! |
Heyltslori | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 01:16 pm     Well let's see... I did have a scary hair moment this morning when I looked in the mirror...but I've grown accustomed to those. When I was 15 years old I was babysitting for the first time for an little boy who was about 9 months old. The family lived in a VERY old house and the little boys bedroom was upstairs down a very long dark hallway. I had put him down for a nap and was watching some tv. I had the baby monitor sitting on the table next to me. After he'd been sleeping about a half hour I heard some noises coming from the baby monitor so I turned it up a bit. Then I heard voices! A loud male voice and a female voice were coming out of the baby monitor!! I heard the man say "so then what should we do?" and I was totally convinced that somehow there were people upstairs trying to kidnap the baby!! Well...I'm ashamed to say that my first instinct was to get the heck outta the house!! (I know, I know...that's awful...but it had the makings of one of those "the call is coming from inside the house" kinda movies) Anyways, I started crying like a girl and rushed to the kitchen and called the baby's mom at work. I was crying and telling her how scared I was and that someone was upstairs taking her baby!! Well she freaked for about 2 seconds and then she says "Ohhhhhhhhh...you're hearing voices through the baby monitor...that happens all the time!!" Apparently certain baby monitors can also pick up cell phone conversations if the frequency is just right. So after I calmed down a bit I made her stay on the phone while I went up and checked on the little guy...who was still sound asleep!  |
Jan | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 01:21 pm     Lori's BACK!YEAH!!! Everyone has been looking for you Lori. Where've you been? |
Heyltslori | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 01:44 pm     Sorry...I've been a little under the weather with a nasty cold. I'm feeling better though! Thanks for noticin'!!  |
Adven | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 02:02 pm     Hi, Ms. Pink. Glad you're feeling better. I noticed, too, by the way. We have now heard from everyone but Tish and Twig - unless I missed one. They have roughly 4 to 6 hours to get their's in before immunity is granted. |
Jan | Wednesday, October 22, 2003 - 02:04 pm     Adven, which thread has the original post listing who is in the house? I can't find it now. There are so many threads to check |
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