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What life experience left you terrified and why?

--Well, let's see....My mother's always been a....not a very nice person. :) She used to get all pilled up when I was in High School and go on a "rampage". In the middle of the week one night she & my father started arguing (not unusual). The arguing died down and everyone went back to sleep.....Turns out while I was trying to ignore what was going on she was slicing up her wrists with a big kitchen knife. When my father found what she intended to do (which would be quick b/c she had taken a lot of pills & booze. That thins the blood) he chased her into the bathroom where she tried using a razor. My dad called the cops, etc. I finally came out of my room b/c I was used to this kinda thing (not the suicide thing, although she had almost died 2 times before). I'm not spooked by blood. I actually think of it sexually if it is in a safe, controlled environment, but the scene bothers me still. Blood trailing everywhere. The part that bothered me most was the kitchen covered with blood, and, in the sink, the huge knife with bits of gore and blood on it. I didn't eat for days. I mean most people don't feel compelled to eat their mother......So, that is what happened to me that still bothers me unto this day. Anyone else? Doesn't have to be bloody or graphic, just honest...

A interesting thread, that should spawn some great reads. Unfortunately, i have had nothing that would be considered 'terror' in my life to have a profound effect upon my person.

The only event i found to be disturbing was to find out a ex of mine was a self harmer and suicidal. Seeing someone with a safety pin in their face and fresh razor blade cutts on their arms does change the way a person deals with pain.. I went though a very hard time trying to understand and help her, to cut a long story short.. the pain she suffered causes the action in my life today.. i cut, i have attempted suicide, so yes.. i guess i do know what terror is.. and still live with it...

When I was little and I lived in this bad neighborhood, there was this really scary guy that moved in next door. Late one night my some of my family was out in the front yard, drinking, hanging out, just having a good time. He came over there and we thought it'd be cool, get to know him some, mingle with the new neighbor. Well, he invited my uncle over to check out his house, and he wanted to be nice so he accepted. After a while he came running, screaming out with his hands to his neck. The guy had slit open his neck with a butcher knife. Blood was pouring out like a waterfall. My mom ran in the house to get some towels to put pressure on the wound and called 911. He lived. Still alive today. But it was an awful experience...

That's pretty terrifying... I wonder what happened to the wierdo next door? Did you uncle ever know why the guy did it? *reflecting to myself.....The world really is quite fucked up*

wut trafid me is when i walkd in on my rents i got scard

yeah... it's scary when two people love each other...

what would terrify me more is a post where i can see the english language go more down the drain

LMFAO *punches Gorey to be good! lmao*
I agree tho .. tho whole world scares me ... specially the idiots!

I fear none but teh undead .
[Yeah well at least I have an imagination :D]

walking in on my parents when i was little. god that was bad.

I am terified of my father. I walked in on him beating on my mom

ok mines not really that bad at all but i hate yelling because my mom and dad do that alot.....and the remember of my dead uncle...thats about it

My cousin hung himself I would rather just leave it at that

...when i was living in L.A. a guy threatened me with a pitbull and i was standing right in my own yard when he did it! at first he was going to sic the dog on my chow dog (who was also in his own yard and in the fenced in part). when i came out to ask what the HELL he thought he was doing he went to turn the mutt on me! ACK!

...i ran. 8)

the worst experiance in my life is what started my spiraling depression......8 years ago my parents were still together...but every night just about they would get into yelling matches. the part that botheres me most about this is that my mom denies every bit of it. and thats the start to my spiral downwards

i fell off my roof on to the side of my trampoline not that i was suicidal i was actually having fun untill i fell i broke 2 ribs and i was coffing up blood.Not to say it didn't hurt cause it did a hole lot but it was cool

there was a woman and her kids that moved in next door to us she was the most freaky person i ever saw we would be eating dinner had our curtains closed but we could feel eyeballs watching us when we opened our curtain she would be looking out her window staring at us she had the weirdest bugged out eyes another time my mom was tying my roller skates on me when this crazy woman opened her window and threw a marble the size of a hardball at my head i ducked and said mom duck she looked up and it clocked her in the head the woman deserved to be locked up but i dont think she ever was that was plain terror for me

My capacity to control minds scares me sometimes

Camping...parents having a party around the camp fire...the kids sentenced to the tents to listent to them get drunker and more rowdy.
At one point I turned to my best buds and said I wish someone would just shut him (my dad, nasty drunk) the fuck up. Everyone in the tent got tinglys and a few mins later our normally placid family friend came out of her tent with a huge knife and attempted to do exactly that. My dad had a nasty scar across his throat where she sliced him. Messy, scary and a little spooky. Have always been very careful about what I have wished for since.
~Lady~

I can't choose.But I'll mention a few.

Watching my parents fighting,being beaten by my father,when I was followed by two men,when I was gowing to drown and some ghost expiriences.

spending 7 years watching my grandmother slowly waste away from an illness that left her body dead but her mind fully aware to have full mental abilities but not even be able to lift a spoon to feed herself....... and now watching my father going through the same type of ilness watching him die slowly day by day inch by inch..... terrified by the fact that the illness is genetic and that it may be my future to die that way.

have not experienced anything really terrifying yet, not that i can remember though

then again i dont go out much

for some reason i can tell some people whats going to happen to them in the future... but some things i see are not good at all....

My head is full of scary dreams i dream.some day i know you will see them your self,but now i just see my beloved father in the saim situation he is now.hes just an alcoholic. and all the beatiful world inside me is dead when i see him there somewhere in the street... i know that one day it will be much more better,but i think i would't see it my self.

Good night

(sorry for mistakes)

When I was about seven my mom would drink all the time, when she came home she starts to yell. calling us leeches and other odd and terrible names. one night she came home with a broken nose, she was mad and the only people she could take her anger out was her kids we were all very young and the more we screamed and cried the more she beat us. she would yell in our hears I'll give you a reason to scream. She would beat us every time she came home drunk. about two years of beatings, we were taken away from her. she straightened herself up and we are back with her again. Its been ten years now and she hadn't layed a finger on us but I still can't look at her with out remembering the pain she put us through. I don't hate her but I don't think I can really forgive her either.

Some things that stick in my mind when I used to fly as a stewardess that really frightened me were:

1) Our aircraft arriving at LHR Heathrow London, and just seconds away from landing out 747 shot back up again after being messaged by air traffic control that we had no wheels to land with. On climbing back up into the sky we came into a collision course with a British Airways jumbo.. We narrowly missed each other and the vortex of two such heavy aircrafts flying so close tossed our jumbo like a toy in the sky. The green lights were on in the cockpit that the undercarriage had gone down but they were faulty and we later landed safely after manual release of the undercarriage and a tower fly-by.

2) Our boeing 737-200 being hit by lighting as we took off from Alicante airport in Spain. Anyone who has been down to Alicante will know of the mountaineous terrain. When our aircraft was hit by lighting the most terrifying noise travelled throught the passenger cabin and our aircraft nose dived. We had 130 pax on board and everyone of them screaming. It was horrific, I was just as firghtened and even more so because all those passengers needed me to help them!

3) Landing in Abu Dhabi airport, hyradualic brakes failed and we over shot the runway and had to carry out an evacuation..

Scary stuff .... flying ain't all about serving drinks and making sure your nail varnish is not chipped and lipstick applied properly! You really have to know how to cope with all sorts of emergencies. The facts above are only the tip of the iceberg!

Want to know the true meaning of terror???? try waking up after a very well organised over dose... thats terror...... knowing and wanting the next time there will no be wake up call .. no paramedics to save you.. no gentle words to con you into wanting to stay alive.. thats terror.. the rest is history!

Terror.....is the feeling that nothing will change...no matter what is going on or what you try and do to change the situation you may be in.....knowing that when you wake each day...your life will be the same.....Groundhog Day...eternally.....

where do i start...well, myu mom got cancer when i was 2years old, she had 7 or so operations,then there was my parrents divorce, than my brother died in an accident...my mom died 3 years ago, some of my best friends, along with my sister stabed me in the back(not literary), i dont wanna go much into details...there is much to tell...the bobmbing `99,it is not interesting to see a bridge fall apart, or a building chrash,just the sound of the airplane got me running to the wc...i had stomach problems `cos of the stress..ofcourse that is the usual stuff when your growing up a Serbian...
enough from me...

Nearly having several rebar steel "spears come and go through me becasue one day was walking home from school. Passed by a contrustion site. Not through it, but by it. There was some drunk idiot behind the controls of the crane and he didn't notice the the secure lines holding a batch of these so called "spears" were coming lose. If someone hadn't noticed me and got me out of the way. I would not be here today.

Well, When I was about 9 years old, our quiet little neighborhood in Phoenix went down hill in about 6 months. There were so many of us kids that would play in all the yards... there was prolly about 300 kids in our neighborhood alone and one day, a few of my friends and I were playing in another friend's front yard and a car full of 16 or 17 year olds pulled up in front of my friends house and pulled out a pistol and started shooting at us. I got shot in the leg and the arm... and 2 of my friends were shot in the head and died on the spot... that was scary.... I had so much adrenaline pumping thru me that I felt no pain and was trying to keep my best friends alive. I was crying so hard I could hardly see... then the lawyer wanted me and a few other of the kids to identify the killers... that was scary too.......

two words 'my father'

I have a few terror incidents...some of which, like most of you, I'd rather not share. Here goes one :

Not as detrimental as some have already stated, however when I was three years old this german shepard down the street from where we were living at the time decided to go crazy... My mom had to tell me this later in life because I more than likely blocked it out long ago. I guess I was playing with this dog and all of a sudden, he bit me...almost took my eye on one side, and took my bottom lip on the other. The story goes if he had been less than a centimeter further up on his bite...I'd be cyclops. Of course, the owner had no other choice then to put the dog down...but I'm still quite skiddish when it comes to getting near a german shepard.

My condolinces for those who choose to share more horrific memories and I commend you for having the courage.

(Not to mention losing your internet connection.. arghh...)

My terror the terror that hunts my sleep till this day. Is walking in on your bestfriend blowing his brains out. Having all the blood and pieces of flesh and brains hit you !!

I had a boyfriend that was always a bit off-turns out he was suicidal. When I wouldnt screw him and wanted to break up, he put a knife to my throat and tried to kill me. I asked him politely to give me the knife cause he really didnt want to hurt me, and he did. Idiot! I pushed him up against the wall and told him if he ever came near me again, I would kill him. I put the knife on the bench and left. He picked it up and I heard a tearing sound-He stabbed himself in the stomach and dragged the knife up. Unfortunately he lived.

See my mother cry, feel her pain....
I won't share the rest of it........

hmm thats very sad to hear about what happened to you, but i cant remember any of the shit like that, that has happened to me. i block it all out. no im just kidding i dont block it out nothing that awful has ever happened to me though.

i felt terror when i was first abused by my father and ever since then if anyone gets mad at me. my state of mind returns to the times my father hitted me. my boyfriend doesn't get it

knowing who i really am...that's pure terror for me. :P

Well, I'll share a couple of experiances...not all

When I was 4, one of my brothers (I have 5, all of them older than me), took me to his friends house. Now, I don't remember a whole lot, but I do remember walking into this guys room behind Neil (my bro), and I couldn't see anything much, but I could hear some Ozzy playing on the turntable, and I heard Neil say something like "What the hell are you doing?!" I walked around him, just as this guy put a .45 to his head and blew his brains out. There was blood and gore everywhere. Neil grabed me and we ran.....
I don't think he ever told my parents about that.

Let's just say that being the youngest girl in a house full of 5 boys whose ages ranged from 16 to 7, there were 3 that did some serious shit to me, and that doesn't count the cousins...

last year this dude tried to get me in his car with him and 4 other guys...he grabbed my arm and i almost kiked him in the nuts...he let go in time...stupid ppl....my parents suck but they arent violent

I got a few regulars that ppl. that know me at least o.k. know of, but I don't think that those kind of things are for a thread, it seems to me that we are saying:"Hey, look! My misfortune is bigger than yours!"
All the bad things that happened in my life are only the part of my whole life, and I think that they cannot correctly be presented if I don't present you all the other parts of my life... If I get just a little closer with you I'll show you my whole life, my point of view, part by part, but not like this - out of nothing...

umm when i saw my naighbores dog kill their cat...they told me they were just playing and the dog took it by the neck and shook it(the dog was a pit) i was so scared and then on top of it my naighbore got mad cuz she said it was her cat that got killed not mine...its not as bad as most ppls stories but thats one of mine...

I was living in a bad side of town and had company over, Our back door did not lock.. we heard coughing in the middle of the night, and when we awoke, it wasnt them, and it wasnt us. apparently someone had been living under our house, in a crawl space. we found food and clothing, and the cops wouldnt do anything, I did not sleep very well through the nights that followed for quite some time..

I am terrified that I cannot die.

Too many times I should have been dead. I walk away from well too many near death experiences, and dream of the end of the world in recurring dreams.

Growing up in a truly haunted house with a certifiably insane father and a total nut-case mother...being sexually and mentally abused for years.....yep....that'll about do it!! You wanna know terror? I KNOW terror.... intimately.

I guess the scariest thing for me was when I was 6 and my mom woke me up in a maniacal fit because my dad was killed in a car wreck on his way to work. Trying that young to cope with the slap across the face of losing my dad to a drunk driver was bad enough, but my mom literally went stark raving insane, and being with her that day was frightening for me. She even drove me to the crash site, almost got us hit by a train and then took me to the morgue so she could identify the body. When I was 12 she felt I was old enough to see the coroners photos...never understood how she got those. Like I said, I was 6. That was 30 years ago and the memory is still as vivid as if it were yesterday. She never really recovered and almost drove me mad until I moved out. Then she went even more over the deep end. I am lucky I'm not in a nice "fasten in the back" straight jacket in a padded room with a thorazine drip somewhere. Sorry. Got a little carried away with this post. :( Anyway...bad bad times that it took me a long time to even get close to recovering from.

I can relate Mistertricky.... death and insanity have permiated (sp?) my life...especially as a child. Not so much now...but I still see them both smiling at me sometimes....like they are just waiting to make their move again. Uneasy feelings indeed...when I allow myself to think about it all.

yeh...I didn't have to endure any sexual abuse, but the mental abuse was definitely there. Sometimes I still get cold chills when I think of growing up in my house, but for the most part, I feel that when my mom died, most of my hatred for her and what she put me through died with her. I oddly enough did love my mother, but I feel it was only because she was my mother. She stopped being a parent when my dad died. I'm just glad to be where I am today. Back on topic.... :)

lessee...
as far as bloody horror movie terror goes..I had this boyfriend who was clinically insane, but well-medicated. He started popping shrooms with his medication, so I broke up with him. He came to my house, scattered the 8 medications he was supposed to be on all over my lawn, along with some shredded porno magazines.

he came into my kitchen with his arms bleeding a lot and an electric drill in his hand...he started yelling about how he had been trying to kill himself all morning, but couldnt seem to cut deep enough..so he was going to try something new

started waving the drill around in one hand and ripping out chunks of his hair with the other hand...i was yelling a bunch and telling him that my parents were going to be back from the grocery store soon...called 911...he put the drill through his hand...very dramatic...

uh...yeah...things turned out ok. he got hauled up. i helped his mom pick up the stuff on the lawn...

i came out of it ok, he was only locked up for a little bit...wasn't anything terribly new for him.

but at that moment where he was standing there with the drill through his hand..screaming and bleeding, i was pretty terrified.

damn...my mom has nothing on him...kinda like comparing carrie's mom with pinhead...sheeesh.

well...the "good" thing about that incident..was that it wasn't a relative or long-term friend
it was a short-term boyfriend who could easily be packed away into a home and with a little further contact with his mother (for her sake, not mine), he was gone...

Walking in on my parents...ehh that wasnt pretty and When I was 15 being Brutally Raped By Someone Who I Trusted Very Much...

when i was about 5 i had a dream about a tyranosaurus running loose, and i hid behind a trailer and then he crushed it and stood right in front of me.

when i was almost raped...

So far, I am very pleased to get to know all of you so.....intimately. Thank you for being honest and sharing a very personal emotion with me. For those offended by the thread's original purpose.....It's not a "pissing contest." We aren't awarding a prize for "most tormented." For me it was an attempt at understanding and getting to know you all. That's all...

The last boyfriend I had... Over a year ago... We had talked about sex before, but I am one of those goody-two-shoes wh owanted to wait until marriage... We had only been dating a month... Since we lived so far away, we didnt get to see eachother often... This was probubly the third time we had seen eachother... When we were all alone, and kissing, and everything was going well... Then, his attitude changed... He got forceful... I thought he was just being a goof at first... Then, he desided to take it to the highest level... Yep, you guessed it, he raped me... I was so upset... He promised me that he would NEVER force me into something that I didnt want to do... Well, he lied... The worst part is, that I didnt do anything... It was like I wasnt in my body; like I was locked away in my mind... All I could think about was how betrayed I felt... I couldnt come to grips with it... It took me to the next day to finally break up with him... Only one other person ever knew about this; my best friend... I cried, every night, for atleast 4 months after that... I kept blaming myself for letting it happen... I still do...

the world is seriously fucked up and about half the people are fucked up as well to go along with it..

im terrefied of spiders no matter how small or how big... i was hurt and raped by my ex and one of the ways he would defeat me was by finding a spider and making it walk on my body and bite me

Let me think...

1. When I found out what rape was ( how could someone actually do that? I mean come on! if you can't get any, go watch porn and masterbate!)

2. The time I was in a car accident( we hit a deer, then the damn thing got up and walked away!)

3.My parents are always fight

4. My dad( he such an ass) has broken 6 windows, 2 chairs, 3 mirrors, my nose, and a windshield...

4. when I watched my dog get hit by a 18 wheeler ( it wasn't the dogs death that terrified me, but the dreams I had about myself being hit)

5. When I accidently broke my sisters neck.. Hehe :P

6. The first time I saw the grim reaper(yes, I have seen the REAL grim reaper)

7. And ... the ring scared the shit outta me!

well i don't remember any
there may be some

watching my brother die...after he crowled into the fireplace... now im so afraid of losing someone else...cuz my family has a curse

WHAT IS THE ONE THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME IN MY LIFE THAT SCARES THE SHIT OUT OF ME IS WHEN I WAS YOUNGER FOR 10YRS STRAIGHT MY STEP-DAD BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME AND MADE ME SCARED TO DEATH OF ALL MEN NO MATTER WHAT AND SINCE THAT BASTARD DID THAT TO ME IT SEEMS LIKE THAT WAS BAD LUCK FOR ME CAUSE ALMOST EVERY MAN THAT I HAVE BEEN WITH HAS BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME AND TOLD ME THAT I DESERVED EVERY BIT OF WHAT I GOT FROM HIM. AND NOW IT GIVE'S ME NIGHTMARE'S WHEN I AM ASLEEP AND I WAKE UP ALL THE TIME THINKING THAT HE IS THERE GETTING READY TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF ME. OTHER THAN THAT I JUST DON'T WANT TO BE ALONE AND I AM NOT RIGHT NOW I HAVE A MAN THAT DON'T PUT HIS HANDS ON ME AND I KNOW THAT HE NEVER WILL.

When I was little I used to walk to the local Cumby's, it was a couple blocks down the street. On the way there, as I was passing the post office this guy started yelling at me. It wasn't the fact that he was yelling, or the fact that I didn't know him that scared me. It was the fact that he was propositioning me as if I were a hooker, that did it. It scared the ever holy shit out of a pre-adolescent me. Needless to say I didn't leave my house to go anywhere but school for awhile.

Second scariest moment: When I was about five my dad came to my grandmothers house (where I was leaving at the time) while I was playing outside and took me. It took my mom a minute to figure it out but then she was off, waving her arms like a crazy person and chasing my dad's car threatening to call the police. (my family has a few issues too.)

well the onlly fear i have is spiders so nothing to gorey there sorry

Everytime I see someone else's gorey wounds. I feel creeped out. Oddly, I don't have any feelings when it's me that got all the wounds (I just go "Hm. I need some napkins."). I react only to others' wounds, they creep me out (though recently they just give me an uneasy feeling).

fear of drowning
i got stuck under waterin the drain of a "whirlpool"now called a jacuzzie because the drain had no cover
when i was a little kid alomost died and would have if 2 men handnt grabed me and pulled me up

Fear of drowning.
Fear of losing control over limbs.
Fear of dying a painful death.
Fear of losing my memory.
etc.

I have lots of fears. >_>;

Lets see...Many horriblr things have happened to me...
When my oldest daughter,Desiree`, was a newborn, we were at my boyfriends house (not her sperm doner) and there was a drive by...
When she was 4 her sperm doner threatened to kidnap her...
When I was 14 a guy pulled a gun on me, my fiend and the 2 little boys we were babysitting...Junior year at a party, that same asshole pulled a gun on me and a differnt friend...
My husband was on 4 hits of acid and a bottle of Ice 101 and we had a lovely evening with his gun. In my mouth, his mouth, his brother's mouth, put to all of our heads, etc...
At 16 my bestfriend took a bunch of pills and they reacted with her epilepsy meds and she died, she had done the same a year earlier and someone found her b4 she had a seisure...
When my youngest daughter, Xandra, was born,the umbilical cord was wrapped around her neck and they had a lot of trouble releasing her from it...
When I was pg w/Des, my younger sis almost cut off her finger and came running to me...
At 9, Itripped on the bleachers and my tooth went through my lip...
And BTW, being locked down in the psych ward when I was pg was no fun either!Esp when my baby stopped moving for 3 days.
And I haven't even begun with the terror, but I'll stop here.

omg some truely awful things have happened to everyone:(
i wont share mine,,kinda a pvt person but ill give u a what i think is funny one:)
when i was 6 my 7 yr old neighbour and i used to play simon says over the fence from one another on our trampolines,, one day i peeked over to call out to her only to find this hugely big lady in a white apron covered head to toe in blood and holding an axe.there were chickens hanging upside down on the clothesline with no heads and blood draining all over the show,,, and chickens running around with no heads ,the fat italian axe lady called out and asked if i wanted to come over for dinner,,,,u can guess my answer,, being only six at the time i was terrified,, kinda funny now i look back tho:) giggles*

For me it is having 86 surgeries,, And they want to do more...I am always afraid that I will never wake up,, Sounds dumb I know,, But I did decide that they will not do anymore no matter if needed to be done...

i can only recall one thing. i had two kittens and they could come and go through the kitchen window as they liked. one night, i was at my neighbours and come home at appr. 11pm. i found the dead corpse of one kitten and the other kitten being terrified in safe distance. from the injury i could see that it has been run over by a car. with will power it managed to get back into the flat and from the blood trail i could see that he was looking for me in his last moments of life before it lied down for good.
i was so in shock when i saw that and felt so bad that i wasnt there when he needed me the most. with the help of my neighbours i dug a grave in the middle of the night and gave him a pagan farewell.
ever since i feel sorry for my other kitten coz i wont let it go out anymore

I was 5 years old.I was dreaming there was a shadow after me. well it was 7 foot tall and shaped like a man.I woke up to see it standing over me,it laughs then raises a dagger and as the dagger came down I blackout 2 months in coma.about 20 years later my sister tell me to a t what this thing looked like.I never told anyone what i had seen that night

when I was 8, my first step dad got into studying about the satanic movement and into reading pornography.. next thing I knew he decided that he was more into me than my mother, he has picked locks to get to me. When I was 9, I learned what it meant to be the other woman in all it's aspects. I have always feared that perhaps I am a slut.. maybe that is why he did it.. ok not real rational but no one said it had to be, just honest

Their are two things that terrify me. When I was 9 yrs old I found my closest childhood friend had hung himself in his closet. I will never forget the image and I will never forget his little sister curled up in the corner of the living room rocking back and forth.

The second thing that scares me is relationships my parents were always fighting and most of the time they brought me in the middle of it, even though I don't want to be alone I know I'm picking the wrong people to get involved with because they are safe, I know as long as I don't love them and they don't love me and I dont love them I'm safe, but I get burnt in the end because I am a very loving person by nature and I end up feelings things I didnt intend on feeling and I end up shattered.

Ok, now this might sound stupid, and some of you may not believe but ah, that's down to you & what you believe.

About 3 years ago my great gran was really ill... she was at home though, the hospital thought she would die, so they let her stay at home. I went up to see her as she only lives up the road.

After sitting on the bed talking to her for about 10 minutes, she started a conversation about what would happen to us lot if she died. Not long after that her first husband, who had been dead for about... 10 years, walked through the door with a cup of tea in his hand and said, "it's not your time rosemary, you need to be right here, they need you more than i do", and walked out of the room again.

I was about 9 / 10 years old. Somewhere around that age and was extremely freaked out by this, although after about a month, my great gran got slowly better, and better.

i watched for years my dad beat up my mom, from the ages of 6-13yrs, it was horrible because i love my mum so much and she was getting hurt like that.i would allways be terrified if he would turn on me.The way my mom was treated was horrible to see at such a young age.

my fear is to finish alone because it s difficult to explain but i don t arrive to love again all girl i meet i dont arrive to love her ( lot of friend of me compare with a men of niptuck ) and i dont know for what ........it s my worst fear finish alone i d on t like to be alone :(

i think i have some experience who traumatize me ( i dont tell you because it s very personnal )

ive never had a life exprience that left me terrified. thats good for me.

ahhh to be you..

I am young, so I havent had one....yet. unfortunately, it is there to happen.

One of the more terrifying things I have encountered, was, flying, I can fly, and have a license, but it was in the middle of a tornado, pretty freaky, but quite pleasing as well. And another, it wasn't bad, it was more fun. I broke into an abandoned house, and downstairs, a pack of wild dogs was living there, and ran at us, but I know how to knock a dog unconsious, so, I did that like 9 times... lol while being bit at. And to find out, the dogs were trying to get upstairs, where there was a family of turkey voltures...Those are some nasty birds when you get them cornered...

Dying twice in less than 48 hours.....