Moments of Pure Terror

[Vending Machine Veteran]

As grown men in Western society, we don't have many of these, but I will give you a recent experience of mine, and would love to hear yours.

I entered a port-a-potty a few weeks ago and immediately had spider webs in my face. I think you all know the feeling of walking into a spider's web. Cringe.

After wiping the silky webbing off my face and surveying the sh1t unit, I commenced my morning, post-coffee urination.

Mid-stream, a warm drop of dew - which had accumulated on the ceiling overnight - fell from its resting place and landed on my bald head.

If the subsequent flailing had been caught on video, I'd be a household name.

 

[sevbucmash]

I once had this worker, and the guy was suppose to go sell a cell phone, well, he left with cell phone and never came back. He was a junkie and kept the money for himself. Luckily I had his stuff in my office, watch, documents, bank cards. So I throw his stuff out, abviously keep the good stuff like watch. When he comes around he makes some excuses, I told him to get lost and I told him I threw all his crap away including his IDs and bank cards. I told him to get lost.

Time goes by, I close my place and exit the shopping center through the back door, it's evening. This guy meets me and walk into the shopping center telling me, come with me, I got your money, come on, I'll give it to you. I understand this is murder scenario, he wants me in, stabs me, robs me. I call my guy tell him what's happeing and walk away. During this time pure horror. Adrenaline rushes into you. Your hearing and vision shuts down, you stop hearing stuff around you, you only hear your heart beat. Your vision focuses and the time sloooowwwws waaaaay dooooowwnn. It's pure panic.

 

[The Duke]

As grown men in Western society, we don't have many of these, but I will give you a recent experience of mine, and would love to hear yours.

I entered a port-a-potty a few weeks ago and immediately had spider webs in my face. I think you all know the feeling of walking into a spider's web. Cringe.

After wiping the silky webbing off my face and surveying the sh1t unit, I commenced my morning, post-coffee urination.

Mid-stream, a warm drop of dew - which had accumulated on the ceiling overnight - fell from its resting place and landed on my bald head.

If the subsequent flailing had been caught on video, I'd be a household name.

I know a guy that went to wipe and as soon as he pulled on the toilet paper roll, bee's flew out. He quickly arose from his seat, knocked the door open, tripped over his pants, and fell to his knees with his bare butt in the air!

 

[Clockwerk50]

There were many moments of terror when I was living in my hometown, which was once known as the murder capital of the world during the time when Pablo Escobar was the biggest kingpin. There was always the looming threat of a car bomb, a gunfight, or hearing about someone who died from a stray bullet. If you were wealthy, there was also the constant fear that you or your family could be kidnapped. I even had the experience of seeing three people who had recently been shot and left dead in the street.

Although these experiences were terrifying—which is the root of the word terrorism—one of the scariest memories I have occurred when I was around 20 years old. At the time, I smoked weed every weekend. I often stayed at my best friend's house, which was about 30 minutes away from mine. His house was the center of our parties, and we used to hide the fact that we smoked weed, as Hispanic mothers were usually very conservative and religious, and smoking was strictly forbidden.

One night, we were picked up in a Mexican van with about four other people I didn’t know. After we smoked, the driver dropped us off a block south of my friend's house, which was in a very isolated area. The walk to his house was nerve-wracking, full of strange sights and sounds—dogs barking, sirens in the distance, people hiding in the bushes, the kitchen light flickering on as if his mom were cleaning, and even strange garden gnomes scattered around. I was mostly scared that his mom would catch us high and tell my own mother.

The next day, I found out his mom and sister had never gone to the kitchen the day before. Later, I found out the weed had been laced with hash. The scariest part was that I had hallucinated without even knowing what I was smoking, adding a layer of fear I hadn’t expected.

 

[The Duke]

I was on a bus in Mexico that got pulled over in the middle of the night. The robbers boarded the bus with guns pointed and told us to put all of our money and jewelry in a bucket they passed around. If they didn't get enough they would start shooting. Luckily they got enough.

 

[BaronOfHair]

As grown men in Western society, we don't have many of these, but I will give you a recent experience of mine, and would love to hear yours.

I entered a port-a-potty a few weeks ago and immediately had spider webs in my face. I think you all know the feeling of walking into a spider's web. Cringe.

After wiping the silky webbing off my face and surveying the sh1t unit, I commenced my morning, post-coffee urination.

Mid-stream, a warm drop of dew - which had accumulated on the ceiling overnight - fell from its resting place and landed on my bald head.

If the subsequent flailing had been caught on video, I'd be a household name.

I'm sorry that happened to you... That said, the fact that we now deem such experiences "terrifying" shows just how cush our lives here in The Post Industrial West are, compare to every prior era in human history

 

[Vending Machine Veteran]

I'm sorry that happened to you... That said, the fact that we now deem such experiences "terrifying" shows just how cush our lives here in The Post Industrial West are, compare to every prior era in human history

Read the first paragraph in my post, rookie

 

[Vending Machine Veteran]

I wish I had some better ones. I've lived a charmed life, apparently

 

[Vending Machine Veteran]

I almost died on many occasions doing drugs and alcohol.

I wouldn't consider those experiences terror inducing, though

 

[Vending Machine Veteran]

Terror cannot exist simultaneously with boozing..

 

[Vending Machine Veteran]

I just drunkenly offered to pay for my wh0re wife's family bullsh1t.

Tell me about terror!