Readers Comment On What Scares The Daylights Out Of Them

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Tuesday's Question this week asked What Is Your Scariest Experience? What I find
appealing about Tuesday's Question is the unpredictable answers I get each week
in comments. I love this feature because it provides an inside look into the
personality and experiences of the person behind the blog, in a different and
fun format shared with other bloggers. In addition, it introduces bloggers to
each other and the rest of the blogosphere and provides a link to their blogs.

This particular question was a touchy one because it could have gone in either a sad or funny direction, and as it turns out it did both...however, we learn and grow
from painful and scary experiences, and without pain you cannot know joy, just
like without true honesty you cannot know real friendship. Therefore, I think
you will come away from this post with something of value from these bloggers
who took the time to write about their scariest, most painful, and funny
experiences- and I hope they will gain some well deserved exposure to their
blogs as I've posted a link with each of their comments...
Just click on Read More, and thanks for reading...






Judy, from Sugar Queens Dream:

Ann, My most scared momentin life was when I was only 12 years old and we lived in Michigan. I woke up to see a lady standing at my bed. She was weeping and looked real sad.... she just stood there looking at me.

I realized she was a spirit of some kind. I was froze and could feel myself screaming but noting was coming out of my mouth.I know some may think this not real but I swear it is.

I lived in 3 haunted houses in my childhood.

Later on after all the haunting and bad things that happened in these house we would learn of the horrors that happened in these house before we came to live there.
I think the fact that I lived with an evil man( stepfather)who was molesting 3 of us girls probably allowed this spirit to come to us. I have heard of this sort of thing happening to families where bad things weregoing on.....

I could go on and on about this but I tell you I mostly don't like thinking about it.

Hugs, Judy


Mel, Monday Morning Power said...

Mine was when I was 17 and swimming in the ocean with my friends. I was
caught in a riptide and before I knew it I was a quarter mile out from the
beach and exhausted. I truly though that I was going to die. I am not a good
ocean swimmer. Just as the panic set in I felt a hand on my shoulder and one
of my friends, Lloyd, had followed me out and helped me back in.



Sandee (Comedy +)said...


Well, this is a tougher question than I thought it would be.

I've been scared many times while I was still working, and that's a normal process for that type of work. Those that say they weren't scared are lying big time.

To narrow it down to my first real fright was right after I was transferred to
the Men's Jail. I hadn't been there but a few short months and there was a fight
between two male inmates on the 2nd floor. One of the inmates was wearing
bellychains and legirons as he was going to be transported to prison. This
really was a disadvantage as he couldn't fight very well wearing all the county
issued stainless steel.

All I could think of at first is we don't want the guy that's wearing the
stainless steel to get hurt as we were over crowded and needed his bed for
someone else. So, I got right in between them trying to seperate them. I was
fairly successful because neither one of them really hurt the other.

I didn't have a radio (having a shortage at the time) and I was lucky enough
that another deputy was making rounds and heard me yelling at the inmates. He
called for backup and soon I could hear jail keys coming from every direction.

It is a very sweet sound if you are in the mix and need some help.

The fright didn't set in until it was all over. I just reacted to the situation
and suffered the terrifying shakes later. That is when I was scared...When I
should have been...after it was all over. I did have a nice collection of
bruises here and there. Nothing serious though. The inmate that went off to
prison wrote back to make sure I was okay. Go figure. Have a great day Ann. :)


Sharon from A Bookworm's Journey said...

Hi, this is my first time here, so I thought I'd just jump in.


The most scared I've ever been was really stupid, considering I've been in other
situations that were much more deserving of a little scream. As a teen I lived
with my parents in the middle of the Ozarks, waaaay out in the country. We moved
there after dad retired from the Air Force. I drove up to the house one night
very late, one or so. As I started to the house a creature came lurching and
running toward me across the dark yard. I screamed and nearly wet myself. It was
my brother, he came home for the weekend and I didn't know he was there. I still
want to kill him when I think about it. He laughed so hard I think HE nearly wet
himself.


Thanks to each of you for your contributions, which I commented to in the original post. And now here is one of my scariest moments, although I'm not sure if I didn't deserve it, no bull- (pun intended)

The scariest experience I ever had was an argument with a bull one semester in
college at the Louisiana Vet School in Baton Rouge, Louisiana. Part of my job duty
was to suck soiled shavings from horses and cows stalls with a huge
vacuum hose everyday- although in order to accomplish this task you had to
remove the animal from the stall, right? Well, this sick mean bull didn't feel
like getting up one day, so I climbed in the stall and shocked him with a cattle
prod right in the rump, and before I had time to shout, I'm sorry, Mr.
Bull, I love you! he ran toward and lifted me on the top of the gate, whereupon he rammed his ugly bull head in an attempt to knock me to the ground and stomp me to death. I was sure I was going to die a glamorous death, until a Vet student in shinning armor happened along to save the day. I wonder what happened to that bull?


Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoyed our terrifying moments! See ya next Tuesday, or actually I hope you visit my blog before then... what I meant was...oh, you know what I meant...