Was there ever a time when you were terrified?

okay when i was pregnant with my second child mustafa i had the most terrifying nitemare...i was kidnapped and they cut my belly open and taken my baby then i woke up......worse nitemare ever!!!i couldnt get back to sleep cos i was afraid that it might carry on...

side note: spiders and moths freak me out!

There are the nights where i contemplate and look back on my life..and think whats going to become of me when I die. All alone..six feet under..no one to call for help, just me..and my deeds will seal my fate. Sends a shiver down my spine..

format_quote Originally Posted by Tragic Typos

Salaam,

Beardo terrifies me. o_O

Ok dude, this thread in not in puzzles and humor section.

Nothing terrifies me...or had terrified me seems like my heart has become a stone without any tenderness...need to work on it...

^ Dont worry, we have the most powerful admin on our side. but he's on leave...

format_quote Originally Posted by Tragic Typos

Salaam,

Beardo terrifies me. o_O

If you said it in Puzzle and Humor section, I will support you.

But, Beardo is not a man who can terrify us. I never meet him, and even I don't know his face. But I know about him from a young brother who learned Qur'an from Beardo in a masjid.

format_quote Originally Posted by Tragic Typos

Beardo terrifies me. o_O

I thought you loved him?

format_quote Originally Posted by Tragic Typos

But Jasmine.. He is secretly plotting to ban me, and then we will never see each other again!

Jasmine? (trying not to think about what goes on in there) :X
He's not the only one. That is, if you hadn't changed your avatar/siggy.

I came home early on Eid day once, so the house was empty. Gave salam loudly, nobody answered so went to my room and started doing my thing.. till I heard someone creeeeeeeping down the stairs. You could tell they were trying not to be heard. I tried to keep a cool head and looked around my room for a weapon (I was NOT going to be in the house with an intruder and not do anything about it! Everything just sort of froze at that point, I don't think I've ever been so scared.
Anyway, didn't find much in my room and I knew there was a big stick in my brother's room (don't ask) but it would mean they'd hear me if I walked across the corridor.
So I grabbed an air freshener (the idea was to quietly leave the house and get help and if I came within spraying distance, spray it into their eyes) and started walking slooooowly out of my room with the air freshener held tightly in my hand. With my back to the wall, no less. Made it down the stairs safely (though it took a very long time!) and I could hear little noises from the living room. Before I could stop myself, II stupidly called out my brother's name. No answer. So started my long, difficult journey towards the living room.
When someone walked out in front of me. I raised my 'weapon' and prepared to spray when I realised..

It was my brother I'll be very polite and call him an annoying brat, nothing more. He did't want anyone to know he was home and not out with the boys So he thought I hadn't even noticed he was home. Let's just say he stood there whilst I screamed my head off at him. And he's never stopped teasing me about the day I decided to (try and) be a hero.

old him he should be glad he didn't get a whole load of Air Wick in his face

SO that was my terrified moment

Few years ago a movie producer produced a horror movie titled "Hantu Ambulance" (ambulance ghost). He said that based on Bandung urban legend which people sometime saw a ghost car. In that movie the ghost car is described as white Volkswagen combi ambulance with female ghost inside.

My reaction when I knew it just smile. I know that urban legend is true but the rest just fiction. That ghost car is not ambulance, not Volkswagen combi, not white, and without female ghost inside.

How I know ? here the story.

It's happened when I was a naughty boy. I was 14 but I already had driving license. One afternoon I and my friend were traveling around the city. Maghrib came and the day turned into night. But we still on the street and didn't stop for salah.

We passed on Sumatra street, from the south to the north. Street was very quite. Then we arrived on crossroad between Sumatra street and Aceh street. The crossroad was quite, no one there. But I didn't know why, I had a feeling I must stop because something will pass.

I stopped my car, looked at right and left to Aceh street. I could see almost a hundred meters, but I didn't see other vehicle and even other human. So, I decide to drive again.

Just before I move my car, something appear from the dark on the right side in aceh street. That's an old model funeral car, dark colored, and had a big circular window. I could not see the cockpit because it's dark, but I could see the cabin through its window. There's a wrapped dead body floated on the air.

The car passed from east to west then disappear. I looked at my friend, he looked at me too and ask "are you afraid?" I said "yes !". Then I ran my car fast. And for next several months I never pass that place again.


That's one of some my terrified moments

Yes, after I read a few books by Karl Marx and on Marxism. I was so shocked and scared about knowing I believed in religion, the Quran and faith in general. Since that moment I've been a proud Marxist and atheist and have enjoyed my life without having my ideas and life opressed by a book written in the 7th century by a group of people.

what terrifies me : my little sister would watch these shows on this channel called "tree house" and sometimes there would be these shows using actual adults covered in make up or clown costumes or something very 'goofy'. When I would look at these people I would literally be treffied, it would freighten me, not because I am scared of clowns or funny looking people, but the possibility of growing up and living such a life, the thought of that would scare me and I would get to thinking of what my future will be like