Scary childhood memories

[Alice S. Fuzzybutt]

When I was 2 or 3, I was in the car with my dad and he stopped at the local shopping center to pick something up. He left me in the car (this was 1970 and all; no doubt I was untethered in the front seat). Anyway, he parked the car but he didn't fully put it in park. He was gone less than 5 minutes and the car started to roll back with me in it! Suddenly, some guy runs up, stops the car, and grabs me. I'm HYSTERICAL! My dad ran out of the store and took me and thanked the stranger. I was inconsolable. I cried for HOURS. I remember being in my parents' bedroom, in my mother's arms as she tried to sooth me with a bottle of orange juice.

I remember my parents being surprisingly calm while I cried.

No doubt my dad got yelled at later in Russian.

[CofyCrakCocaine]

I always fight with my brother. He's an asshole. So one time when I was 5 I took my older brother's plate of spaghetti and splatted it all over his lap. I ran out the house, hid in a bush (cuz stupid kid thinking goes like "maybe he won't find me in this only bush outside here!"). He found me and was about to plaster me. Then this fucking horrible screaming yell echoes up from the woods near my house. It was probably a barefoot homeless guy stepping on a bear trap or something, who the hell knows. But to my dumb kid's ears, it was scary as all hell. My brother thought the same and we both screamed back, ran out the bush, and headed back towards the house.

Then I see a disc-shaped object floating in the air, heading towards me at high speed. It was dark so I was like "NOOOOOOOO!!!!" thinking it was something horrible. Nah. Just a plate, chucked at me by my old man. Smacked me in the head, knocked me on my ass. Next thing I know I'm in my room having to go to bed without dinner. Lights out.

[DonInNC]

When I was about four, I climbed into a garbage bag. It was a really hot and humid day, especially in the house, so the bag clung to my skin. I couldn't get out. I started screaming. My grandmother tried to rip the bag off of me, but she couldn't. Finally she took me outside where it wasn't so sticky, and the bag came right off.

[Judge Smails]

Picture, if you will, a little, precocious, five year old Judge Smails being taken to his very first movie by his clueless, non-English speaking, immigrant parents. What film did they choose to bring their pecious little angel to you might ask? What would you say if I told you it was "The Exorcist"? I remember crying and covering my eyes and being taken to, and left at, the snack bar by my mother who went back into the theater to finish the movie. Afterall, they had already paid and they'd be damned if they were going to lose their five bucks because I was a little five year old pussy. I still remember sitting on the floor by the snack stand, playing with popcorn kernals that had fallen on the ground, while I heard curses and screams coming from behind the theater door.

[Snoogans]

My scariest memory of being a kid was when my dad left. He left in the middle of the night while I was sleeping. I was 4 years old and when I woke up in the monring, my mom had to explain to me why my dad wasnt there and wasnt coming back. She was right about that too, cause I didnt speak to him once after he left before he died. But yea that was kinda scary just wakin up one day with out dad.


Yea I shared something personal, so what

[Alice S. Fuzzybutt]

"The Exorcist"

My dad was a Marine and served in the South Pacific during WWII. He said The Exorcist scared the SHIT of him.

I applaud you for lasting as long as you did.

[zathrus]

that movie scares the hell out of me now. at 5 yrs old, i'd probably never sleep again.

[A.J.]

My Mom took me to see Snow White at the movies when I was 3 or 4. I remember the witch scared the shit out of me. When we were driving home the car got a flat tire and I freaked out because I thought it was done by the witch who was coming to get us.

[RAAMONE]

that movie scares the hell out of me now. at 5 yrs old, i'd probably never sleep again.

i remember watching that when i was younger...immediatley after it was over my buddy took the tape into the middle of the street and smashed it with a hammer...he is now 26 and hasnt seen it since

[DOHO@HOME]

When I was nine a friend and I were making little camp fires and as you know they have to get bigger and bigger.
All of a sudden the fire was way out of control and we just ran to his house and watched from his living run as across the street was fully involved.
And looking over there and seeing the flames over the houses was a sight I will never forget.
We were found out and spent the summer working at the fire station cleaning trucks and equipment five days a week.

[JPMNICK]

my mom left me and my sister in the car when we were like 4 and 5 years old. she ran in to get a pizza. while in the parking lot, i saw this car pull up and a guy get out and leave his kid in the car while he went inside.

about 1 minute later some guy comes up to the car, takes the girl out, and puts her in another car and leaves. I basically start screaming like a crazed maniac. i try and get out of the car but the doors are locked and being a panicked 5 year old i have no clue how to open them. then my mom comes out and flips out and starts yelling because she has no idea what is going on.

[StupidGirlllll]

my mom left me and my sister in the car when we were like 4 and 5 years old. she ran in to get a pizza. while in the parking lot, i saw this car pull up and a guy get out and leave his kid in the car while he went inside.

about 1 minute later some guy comes up to the car, takes the girl out, and puts her in another car and leaves. I basically start screaming like a crazed maniac. i try and get out of the car but the doors are locked and being a panicked 5 year old i have no clue how to open them. then my mom comes out and flips out and starts yelling because she has no idea what is going on.

Then what happened? Was she kidnapped? or was it a family member?

[badorties]

i grew up on the ocean in queens

probably around ten or so, i went to the beach after school (late september/early october) and the water was really choppy and there was a fierce undertow that dragged my friend and i out pretty quick ... of course, there was no lifeguard on duty and we started to panic and go under

luckily, there was a do-gooder who saw two dumb kid on the verge of drowning, and dragged us to the shore and tore us a new 'hole for being stupid kids

whenever i go back home and the skies are grey and the water looks rough, it always brings me back to that feeling of dread

[joethebartender]

I remember climbing on a fire call box (like the one below) when I was 5 or 6 years old. I was still living in the Bronx and I remember some older kid telling me to try to reach the lever.:devil2: I knew it said "pull" and that's what you did with the door that said the same thing at the store...so I pulled it.:innocent:

http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/6/6f/Providence20June07FireBoxGraffiti.jpg/450px-Providence20June07FireBoxGraffiti.jpg

The alarm started ringing like one of those bank-robbery bell alarms and it freaked me out.:ohmy: Then I could hear the sirens coming from Jerome avenue... as several trucks were on the way.

I started to run to my apartment and I can still remember members of the "yenta bench", (a bunch of old ladies that sat on lawn chairs in front of the buildings), telling me how bad I was and that I was going to jail!!! :glurps:

The adrenaline rush lasted until age 8. I still get freaked out by any kind of siren/alarm.

[JPMNICK]

Then what happened? Was she kidnapped? or was it a family member?

i forgot to check the paper the next day and find out

[Chigworthy]

Every time that blood was gushing out of my head was traumatic. The corner of the toychest in my eye, falling backwards off a swing onto the rocks that people's feet had exposed over time, the creepy city kid who nailed me in the head with a creek rock then got beat with a tree limb by me, and my favorite, the claw end of a hammer swung into the top of my head.

[ahhdurr]

My family was walking back to the car from the Edison museum in Newark. I was 5 - trailing just behind my Mom. Dad up front with my brother and sister. Two of Earl's relatives overtook us, ripped my Mother's purse off her shoulder, threw her to the ground and ran. Edit: like 1978

[hit11man]

When i was around six or seven and vactioning in mexico with my sister and parents i ventured away from the family while shopping. I looked for a toy store but found a mexican man and no one else around. He called me over to him in spanish and terrified i went to him. he bent down, said something and kissed me on the cheek. he then left , i found my parents and cried and cried. My mom said i probably just reminded him of someone. Im still not sure if that was a molestation...feel gross now, again.

[Thebazile78]

My family was walking back to the car from the Edison museum in Newark. I was 5 - trailing just behind my Mom. Dad up front with my brother and sister. Two of Earl's relatives overtook us, ripped my Mother's purse off her shoulder, threw her to the ground and ran. Edit: like 1978

That museum isn't in Newark; it's in Paterson. Equally scary, but different counties.

[Freitag]

I can't exactly recall what happened, but I was about five and I was wearing sandals. I took a door to the foot and I just burst out bleeding. It freaked me out to look down, and see my foot, covered in blood, against a bright blue carpet. It was in the Buster Brown shoe store somewhere in Old Bridge or Freehold or something.

Ever since then, I've been incredible sensitive about my feet being touched, and I almost never wear flip flops or sandals.

[LaBoob]

When I was about 5 my parents left me in the bathroom area at Disney World, moving onto the next attraction and forgetting all about me :glurps:... Of course I started freaking out and the only people around were Spanish speaking, and couldn't help me at all. After some guards were brought over to help me my parents wound up running back to the bathroom area and collected me.

I am interested to know how these horrifying experiences affected everybody. I blame my experience on why I get anxious in large crowds of unfamiliar people, and on a larger scale my social anxiety.

[LaBoob]

I can't exactly recall what happened, but I was about five and I was wearing sandals. I took a door to the foot and I just burst out bleeding. It freaked me out to look down, and see my foot, covered in blood, against a bright blue carpet. It was in the Buster Brown shoe store somewhere in Old Bridge or Freehold or something.

Ever since then, I've been incredible sensitive about my feet being touched, and I almost never wear flip flops or sandals.


Same exact thing happened to me in the YMCA in Manalapan. I don't have any problems with my feet being touched and wear flip flops all the time in the summer. Weird how similar scenarios affect people completely differently. Though now that I think about it, and in all honesty, the smell of chlorine does make me anxious!

[OGC]

When I was probably about 8 or 9 years old we went and visited my cousins. We were happy because the had a playground across the road. We were climbing all over the old style monkey bars (made out of pipes). One of my cousins was near the top and she fell about 5 feet and landed on one of the lower pipes in such a way that her stomach came into contact and the wind was knocked out of her.

We all just stood there watching her gasp for breath while her brother ran home for help. I remember thinking that I was watching her die, but after a could of minutes she caught her breath and was fine.

[Chigworthy]

When I was about 5 my parents left me in the bathroom area at Disney World, moving onto the next attraction and forgetting all about me :glurps:... Of course I started freaking out and the only people around were Spanish speaking, and couldn't help me at all. After some guards were brought over to help me my parents wound up running back to the bathroom area and collected me.

I am interested to know how these horrifying experiences affected everybody. I blame my experience on why I get anxious in large crowds of unfamiliar people, and on a larger scale my social anxiety.

This reminded me of when I was 5. Went to the park with the new daycare, which was run by an old dope-smoking hippy broad. They forgot me at the park, 15 miles from home. I remember playing away, looking up and seeing the car leaving. Cue the creepy wind and tumbleweeds.

[AnnoyedGrunt]

When I was 7 or 8 I was with a friend at the park. They had quite the elaborate wooden fort to play in with 12 foot walls around it, though they seemed much higher back then. There were two older girls playing with their younger brother. The girls decide to climb up and walk around the top of the walls like a balance beam. The little brother follows them but he slips and falls off, landing in gravel. I can still see them silhouetted in the sky and the kid seemingly falling in slow motion. I know his face was pretty messed up but I don't think he was seriously hurt.

[bobsnin]

At my first Red's game, after a bad call, the gentleman behind my dad started yelling "bull shit". My dad turned around and said, "Can you watch the language, my son's only 5". This was in the 2nd inning, and the rest of the game I sat in my seat scared out of my mind because I thought my dad and this guy were going to fight.

[Hottub]

We were all around 7 or 8. A woodchuck must have been hit by a car. It managed to crawl to the end of the street and die just at the beginning of the woods. We all felt daring, taking turns poking and rolling the dead animal with a stick. We did that for a little while, then went back to our bike riding.
The next day, it was time to play with the woodchuck again. I was first to grab the stick.
I rolled it over.
It looked like it's whole belly was full of living minute rice.

MAGGOTS!!!

As long as I live, I will never forget the absolute horror and revulsion I was filled with.
I'm getting skeeved right now, just recounting the story.:surrender:

[RADIO-SHARK]

I was 10 when this happened. Me and my friend Kenny were in a tree that was in construction site.We decided to see who could hang from a limb the longest.Side by side we hung but Kenny wrapped his feet around my waist putting half his weight on me (cheating)I told him to let me go, I cant hold on any longer,but he just laughed.I lost my grip with Kenny,s legs still wrapped around me,I pivoted in the air like a pedulum on a clock,and the extra weight brought Ken and me crashing from 8 feet in the air to the ground. Both of us landed on our chests knocking the wind out of us.As I roll over unable to talk I see kenny also speechless but slowly he rolls over to reveal that his hand fell on a piece of wood with a 10 penny nail in it that now is clear thur his palm.Imagine having no wind in your lungs to scream when your hand is impaled on discarded construction debris.when we could breath again, he started screaming, I offered to pull the nail out but he ran home. He was punished for 2 weeks. very scary but thats what you get for CHEATING....:nono:

[DonInNC]

Scary Story #2

In the first grade, my friends Eric and Steve made paper ray guns and were threatening to blow up the world with them. It scared the crap out of me. I thought about telling the teacher, but I didn't want to get them in trouble, so I just crossed my fingers and hoped they would see the shortsightedness of their plan. Then I started wondering how many other kids had access to such weapons. I was going nuts over it. That went on for like a week until I finally caught on and made one of my own.

[ahhdurr]

That museum isn't in Newark; it's in Paterson. Equally scary, but different counties.

I've checked with a more reliable source. It was the Newark Museum and it all went down on Washington St. Turns out they weren't actually related to Earl either... sure looked like him though.

[Captain Rooster]

shitting my pants in the third grade ... playing it off ... and having my "desk buddy" vomit.

Any questions?

[KnoxHarrington]

I have to have been seven, maybe eight, when this happened. There was a clothing store downtown in the little town where I grew up, and my mom would take me there occasionally to buy clothes. There was a guy who worked there who seemed nice; he'd tell me jokes, give me candy, and generally just be nice to me. I did kind of like him.

Until one fateful day, that is. I was there, and I'd wandered off by myself. I saw the salesman I liked, but he looked different somehow. He wasn't saying anything, and he had this look on his face that I didn't quite understand. I noticed that I was in a sort of dead-end aisle made up of clothing tables. The best way to get out would take me right past him, and I suddenly had this feeling that I should go, that I should get away from him. So I did; there was enough of a gap between two of the tables for me to slip through, and I did, running to find my mom.

It was scary then, but as time went along, and I understood things better, I got more terrified by it. I mean, I can't imagine that he would have tried anything in a store out in the open, but who knows? He looked like he was in full predator mode, and he had caught a lil' cub for his own.

[PapaBear]

Mine is silly and involved no actual "danger". When I was a kid, we'd hike through the horse field at the end of my street, and cross Abram's Creek to get to the Country Store. Yeah. The country store was (and still is) named "The Country Store". Has been since the 1950's. Anyway...

There was some kind of warning about the water in the creek being dangerous one summer, and they warned people to stay out of creek. We would cross it on a pipe that spanned the creek. Most of the kids would walk across the pipe, but I lacked confidence and "shimmied" across. One day, my friends convinced me to walk it. Knowing that there was a water warning (and in my little kid mind, thinking that meant touching the water meant sure death), I nervously took my first few steps.

I panicked and slipped. I didn't fall in. I ended up straddling it (Ouch. My balls!), and my right foot went into the water. I totally freaked. I was sure I was a dead kid walking. I ran all the way home too scared to even cry. When I got home, I screamed to my parents that my foot went into the creek, and I was going to die.

Not only was the "water warning" just a precaution, it only applied to a section of the creek that was about a mile downstream from where I had been (starting at the water treatment plant). Like I said... I wasn't in any real danger, but I was positive I was going to die a slow terrible death. My brother laughed at me. FUCKER!!!

[hedges]

I would always go to bookstores and flip through copies of Fangoria magazine, before we had a VHS machine at out house and before I was old enough to sneak into the movie theatre. Then they started playing some of these movies on regular TV. Halloween was on
TV (edited of course), and that freaked me out--hell, the music was enough to freak you out. The movie Salem's Lot scared me, especially when that kid turns into a vampire and floats outside of his friends window scratching at it.
I almost drowned while white water conoeing in Quebec when I was eleven. But it really wasn't that scary, because the adrenedlin kicked in so hard.

[led37zep]

I was about 7 years old and in day care for the summer. During the course of a high stakes game of "TAG" I slammed a door and broke one of the teachers wall clocks (probably cost $1.99 in 1985 dollars). They decided my punishment would be to wash the teachers car to make up for the broken clock. So they put me, a little 7 year old out in the parking lot alone, on a high traffic street in San Jose, CA to wash this womans 1985 rabbit.
While I'm washing the car an older car pulls up to exactly where I am and a VERY scary looking gentleman rolls down the passenger window and asks me to come to the car.
Being told a million times not to talk to strangers I freak out and bolt for the front door of the day care. He jumps out of the car and tries to cut me off. I make it inside the day care, slam the door behind me and half crying/half freaking out tell them what happened. The teachers head out front to assess the situation and the guy is gone.

So ya. Thats my moment.

[Mullenax]

When I was six or seven my parents took me camping to some park where they had a nighttime outdoor play recreating the old-timey Hatfield and McCoy feud. I wasn't paying attention, just sitting on the ground and playing with the grass. It was cool and all until I looked up as someone got "lynched", with crazy red spotlights on the "body", and sound effect of girls screaming and shotguns going off!

:blink:

No fair. Too scary.
but now i like vintage horror movies a lot?

[reeshy]

My Uncle Danny.....I'll say no more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[DarkHippie]

The scene plays out in slow motion and half remembered images. I may have been 3, maybe 6, when you're that young age has no meaning, you're simply smaller than everyone.

There was an old man, he was crossing the street. I was on the corner holding my mother's hand. we were about to cross.

The car runs the red light. I remember a thump. people screaming. The old man disappeared beneath the car. Rivulets of blood trickle from the car's underbelly They mix with the rainbow oil slicks going down the drain.

I dont remember crying, but my mom did.

[mugby43]

My Uncle Danny.....I'll say no more!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Go ahead, say some more. I for one would like to know!

[mugby43]

in gilboa, at the summer place, he...i'll say no more

[MrPink]

I was maybe 10 and had just got home from karate. I was being slow getting out of the car and right as my mom got inside the house, I shut my fingers in the car door. The door was locked, and I was trapped there screaming bloody murder. My mom eventually realized that I didn't make it inside and set me free.

I also got lost at an Ames. I was told to stay in the toy section, but I didn't and then I panicked and ran to the cashier. The cashier called her name out on the loudspeaker, but she wasn't paying attention. Almost immediately, I saw her walking somewhere and proceeded to get yelled at.

[reeshy]

Go ahead, say some more. I for one would like to know!

HUH????????????????????? OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!

[high fly]

My scariest memory began back when I was 4.
I was playing in the playground and some big kids asked me if I liked mushrooms and I said "yes" and they talked me into eating some poisonous mushrooms.
I think I tripped.
All I remember was it was extremely scary and that my parents took me to the dispensary to get my stomach pumped.
For decades after that I used to get horrifying nightmares, which I think were caused by this unfortunate episode.
All I saw in the nightmare was a gray-green background and simple geometric shapes fading in and out and an ominous, low, whooshing sound.
I'd wake up terrified in a cold sweat.
Finally I got to where when it started I was able to wake myself up before it went on for long, but it was still as completely horrifying as I can imagine anything being.
They came fairly often when I was little and gradually got to where they occurred evry 8 or 10 years apart.
It's been a long time since the last one, and I hope it never comes back....

[Mullenax]

Once in the summer I was walking on a tressel when a train started coming. Instead of jumping off and hiding underneath, I panicked and ran for the other side. It wasn't that far, but I had no idea how fast trains actually travel, and it was gaining on me pretty good.

[angrymissy]

I was about 8 or 9 and my brother was an infant. My mother and sister ran into the house to grab something and left me in the car with my brother.

I crawled into the backseat and somehow kicked the car into N. We lived on top of a huge hill, in the woods, with big giant cliffs at the bottom of the hill. The car careened backwards down the hill, and the two front wheels caught onto a rock, hanging us over the edge. Some old neighbor heard me honking, came out, and almost dropped dead. They had to get like 8 police cars and a firetruck to make sure we got out w/o the car tipping over the cliff.

Also I once got lost in Caldor 5 minutes before it closed and was terrified I would be locked in. Grandma once told me they let dogs loose in Caldor after it closes, so that kids can't stay and have fun. For years afterwards, I got nervous every time I heard the announcement the store was closing in 5 minutes.

[RAAMONE]

Once in the summer I was walking on a tressel when a train started coming. Instead of jumping off and hiding underneath, I panicked and ran for the other side. It wasn't that far, but I had no idea how fast trains actually travel, and it was gaining on me pretty good.

one times i was with my friends and we decided to get into this pond...well it turns out there were leaches in there and i was covered in them...then i saw one on my dick...still weirds me out when i think about it

[KingGeno]

When I was 7, I walked through Castle Dracula (http://www.darkinthepark.com/Dracula/cdHome/cdhome.htm) on the boardwalk in Wildwood, NJ. I've always been attracted to and enjoy horror movies, so I was an addict to scary rides and am addicted to Halloween. Here is a good tribute to Castle Dracula: Click Here (http://www.x-entertainment.com/articles/0940/)

Anyway, I was 7 years old. You had two options for the ride: boat ride through or walk through. I loved both, but my father brought me through the walk-through one time. There came a point in the walk-through of the castle where you are locked into a room with talking pictures and other spooky freights. At this point, the walks start to close in on you, as if to scare you into thinking you will be crushed.

They didn't do a very good job of counting how many people they had in there before doing this. It was WAY WAY WAY too much. The room start crushing, and people were literally screaming for their lives for them to stop. People were passing out, I was screaming like a nut. My father found the door, kicked it in, and saw the kid operating the walls. He punched this teenager in the head, shut the walls off, and then everyone started running out screaming.

I've been claustrophobic ever since. Haven't been many times I feared for my life, but it was that bad.

[Furtherman]

When I was 7, I walked through Castle Dracula (http://www.darkinthepark.com/Dracula/cdHome/cdhome.htm) on the boardwalk in Wildwood, NJ.

I remember that place! Another good one was Brigantine Castle (http://www.darkinthepark.com/Brigantine/Home/home.htm). That's the one that scared me.

[Aggie]

I have two:

Got hit by a car in 2nd grade crossing the street...nothing serious, no broken bones or anything but I remember my babysitter carrying me to her house and seeing my school books strewn across the street. Then the police questioned me right in front of the lady who hit me so I was too scared to say she was going fast or anything.

Second, I almost drowned. It's a big thing in Texas to go "tube down the river". You just get tubes to float in and one for your cooler and get drunk going down the river. Well it was a family outing when I was around 7 and my dad for some reason doesn't give me a life jacket. We hit a "rapid" and my tube flipped. He jumped in and lifted me out of the water. Luckily people sit on the rocks at that part to watch people go through and someon grabbed me. I made him get out of the river and walk the rest of the way barefoot holding our tubes. Good times.

[red_red_red]

When I was 9 I fell off of the high dive onto the cement, i woke up in the first aid room of the local pool, they had called my mom and as a result of me being the grace that i am, she went into labor. i was fine, no concussion, and my little brother was fine too, even tho he was a couple of weeks early. I am still afraid of heights to this day.

[Mullenax]

When I was 7, I walked through Castle Dracula (http://www.darkinthepark.com/Dracula/cdHome/cdhome.htm) on the boardwalk in Wildwood, NJ. I've always been attracted to and enjoy horror movies, so I was an addict to scary rides and am addicted to Halloween. Here is a good tribute to Castle Dracula: Click Here (http://www.x-entertainment.com/articles/0940/)
The room start crushing, and people were literally screaming for their lives for them to stop. People were passing out, I was screaming like a nut. My father found the door, kicked it in, and saw the kid operating the walls. He punched this teenager in the head, shut the walls off, and then everyone started running out screaming.

Based on this story, your father one of the coolest dads ever.

[WhoEvenAreYou]

Fell off a water slide and almost broke my face on the concrete below. I then rolled over into the pool passed out and almost drowned. Ended up breaking my wrist and losing a few baby teeth that day.

Got lost in a Halloween maze thing and cried in a corner till I was found by a guy in a pig mask with a sickle.

My brother throwing me into the deep end of the pool when I was about 5 so I could learn how to swim. It actually did work.. but the 2nd time.

[Yosammity]

When I was about 8 or 9 I was walking home from school and my friend and I noticed a commotion in front of his neighbors house. I turns out that the guy tried to kill himself by running the car in the closed garage. So we watched as they dragged his half naked body out of the garage and begin to do CPR on the guy.

Totally freaked me out.

I did find out later that he survived.

[mongothetrucker]

Our basement creeped the fuck out of me. Any time I went down there was horrible.

[Patient zer0]

walking up the basement steps

[CountryBob]

when I was 5 my parents took me to the run down theater to see Jaws. I freaked out when the guys head fills up the hole in the bottom of the boat and the crab climbs out of the eye. I immediately looked down and stared at a huge rat eating popcorn right next to my foot. For years- I could not put my feet or hands under the couch or anywhere dark for fear of Jaws and the rat biting them off!

[WampusCrandle]

i remember at being in the car, probably around 5. it was my mom, who was pregnant, my brother, and me. we were hit by a car at a red light and hit by another car. it was really scary because my mom started to weep because she hit her stomach against the wheel of the car. i just remember feeling like i needed to help, but couldn't. im sure this helps form one of my many problems of feeling helpless.

[mendyweiss]

Kropsy

[WhistlePig]

I remember sitting in the lobby of the hospital one evening waiting for my parents because kids weren't allowed in the hospital rooms and they were visiting my brother. I think I was around 9 years old. It was fun at first, then there was no one there but me and the lighting was low and an ominous announcement kept coming over the loudspeaker "visiting hours are over" yet my parents still hadn't reappeared. I started to get that real creepy, anxious feeling that I was abandoned--that my parents were taken away because they didn't leave at the exact time visiting hours ended. I was in a near panic by the time they finally showed up.

[sr71blackbird]

We used to climb on my friends garage and grab onto the branches of a pine tree nearby and swing down to the ground on them. My friends father was building a patio and had laid the footing with rebar and I remember swinging down and the branch breaking and my ankle landed right on top of the rebar and it dug in very deep. I have night mares about it still.

[MONICA5579]

Scary?

Well my next door neighbor walked out into the apartment courtyard, where all us kids used to play, in a lacey red teddy with thigh highs and all.

My neighbor was a man. :thumbdown:

[sr71blackbird]

This scene haunted me as a boy

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[PapaBear]

When I was a kid, before I could read, I had Dr. Seuss' "Sneetches and Other Stories". I liked to look at it, but I was terrified of those damn green pants! I even had nightmares.

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[jennysmurf]

The walk home from the theatre after seeing the late showing of "Natural Born Killers." That was the scariest and longest walk of my life. I will never watch that movie again. NEVER!!!!!

[djproject]

One particular book i read as a kid, some story about a kid who died in a fire but thought she was still alive...that's just creepy....

[Rube]

Uncle Tommy.

[Rob roccoli]

When I was about 11 years old, my mom, my step-father and I were taking a road trip and stopped by the Snake River outside of Jackson Hole, WY. We had to walk down a winding trail to get down to the river side and watch all the people whitewater rafting. My step-dad was taking pictures and I was getting bored so I hiked about half way back up the trail on my way back to the car. I found a nice, discus shaped stone that I felt confident I could bomb from my position into the river. I took a couple steps back, got my right arm pulled all the way back behind me (holding the stone like a discus) and let it fly. I stood back and immediately realized that it was going to fall short of the river. As I'm watching the trajectory of my bad idea, I see my step-dad walking directly into the path of said bad idea. My discus exploded over his head and he went down as if he'd been shot. My mom was already back at the car and I just panicked. I thought that I had just killed my step-dad and while at the time that wouldn't have been so bad from my perspective, I knew my mom was going to be devastated.
I went hurtling back down the trail to inspect the damage and he met me at the bottom, stumbling towards me with blood running down his face screaming, "You think this is funny!" They had to shave most of his head and he got a shload of stitches. Hell of a shot. Once I turned 21, some of my uncles (my mom's brothers, obviously) bought me several drinks for that shot. Until I saw him walking and screaming, I thought for sure I was going to spend some time in juvie.