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This week’s memory exercise: write about a time when you were afraid.  The memory could be from yesterday, last year, or long ago.  As always, you don’t have to make any great point, just render the memory as vividly as you can. 


46 responses to “"Fortune Favors the Brave."”

  1. Larry Iaccio says:

    Last summer, the summer of 2010, I was more afraid then I ever was. Within less than a month, my family had lost my grandmother and my uncle due to cancer and it was one of the most terrifying and horrible experiences to have to go through. My grandmother’s death was one that I could prepare myself for. She had been sick for a while, and she was older so it was much easier for me to come to terms with that. When she passed away though, I couldnt handle the reaction from my family, it was more than I could bear. Seeing my family, so strong and willful, being reduced to complete sobbing and sadness really affected me in a manner that I can’t even begin to explain. I knew I had to be there for the people in my family who hadn’t accepted her death, especially my mother, and I was. Less than a month later, my uncle was put in the hospital. My uncle was like a second father to me, and he was supposed to be able to live for at least another 5 years at the least, so this completely caught me off guard. I was a complete and utter wreck and I was terrified to let my family see this from me because I felt selfish, I felt like I had no right to feel as bad as most of the people in my family, but I did. I was scared that more of my family was going to be taken from me and that their time was limited. I soon realized though this was all in my head and I had nothing to fear. This experience, although a tragic one, brought my family and I closer together than ever before.

  2. Nick Gangi says:

    Throughout my entire life I have had a fear of rollercoasters. I never went on anything bigger than a ride designed for children under the age of ten. Whenever I went to amusement parks with my friends I would just sit on the side and hold their phones and wallets. I would basically spend money to walk around all day and watch my friends go on rides. This past summer I went to Six Flags with seven of my friends. The entire day they tried to get me to go on one of the rollercoasters, but I kept refusing them. At the end of the day they wanted to go on a ride a second time. They picked Superman. This time they begged me to go on for almost thirty minutes. They even tried to pick me up and drag me onto the line. Eventually, I caved. I was scared for my life. The entire time on the line I was shaking. I almost ran away a few times during the wait. When it was our turn to go on, my stomach dropped, and I wasn’t even on the ride yet. I sat down, strapped myself in, and before I knew it, my body was facing the ground. I closed my eyes and listened to the rattling of the coaster and my friends telling me to look. Suddenly we started moving up and I knew we were going to drop soon. We dropped and the whole ride was over before I knew it. That whole, long wait and anticipation for thirty seconds of a ride that was not as bad as I expected. I still wouldn’t go on again easily, but now I know that rollercoasters aren’t as bad as I thought they were.

  3. Holly Osifat says:

    The most scared I’ve ever been was the summer going into my junior year in high school. I had to say goodbye to someone who meant the world to me. Although he was just going to college, it was scary to me because I didn’t know what would happen. Would he come home and hang out with me? Would we still keep in touch? Would he find a new girl at school? Would it still be the same? Saying goodbye is always a hard thing for me especially when it’s someone who means so much. The feeling of not knowing what would happen was what scared me the most. I’ve never been that scared in my life. I was scared of not knowing what would happen and scared of losing something so close to me that I held such a special place for in my heart.

  4. Shilpa Shegu says:

    The most scared I’ve ever been was during my trip to India in 2001. Every time we went to India when I was little it was never for a good reason because someone always ended up passing away and we would be attending their funeral. However, we all crossed our fingers and went with high hopes. As soon as got there we found out that my dad’s mom was sick and was eventually diagnosed with lung cancer. We went to India as soon as school ended (during the middle of June) and as soon as we stepped into India we were in the hospital. For a whole month and 2 weeks I saw the strongest women in my life slowly crumble into pieces. On August 2, my grandmother died. I’ve always been scared of death, even though it’s one of the biggest clichés. I’m a wimp when it comes to bugs but seeing the process of my grandmother’s death must have been one of the most scariest and unforgettable moments of my life.

  5. Emily Croke says:

    A time I was afraid was not long ago. On Friday night, many people were out and dressed up for Halloween. I am not likely to be found hanging around mascots or people with creepy masks on. I do not know why however they freak me out and I want nothing to do with them. On Friday night I saw three kids dressed in full body costumes with creepy animal heads on and I was freaked out and hid so they didn’t come near me.

  6. Richard Chen says:

    I never really enjoyed horror movies, and I still don’t. The reason for this is because I was “scarred” at a very young age. I was too naïve to know what I was watching, and when it happened, it was too late to look away.
    Everything seemed fine. I didn’t really get it. The movie was in Japanese with Chinese subtitles, and the characters always looked at this TV. The scene that somehow entered my brain and became a slow ticking time bomb was towards the end of the movie. The characters were in an abandoned well, green with algae and mush. They found something – something disgusting and vile. They pulled out a woman’s skull, with long strands of decomposing hair still attached. This “woman” would then appear on the television set (coming out of said well), and somehow cross the television screen into reality – killing anybody who was watching it. I thought I was brave that I didn’t run out of the room. That’s what I thought.
    I didn’t find out that the movie was the original Japanese version of the “Grudge” until a few years later. That night, I went to sleep with nothing occupying my mind. Then, out of nowhere, I thought I saw the closet door open a bit. I thought it would be that woman from the movie with her skull and dangling hair. I didn’t even want to close the closet door – I thought she would come out and kill me.
    My heart was beating fast and my hands became cold and clammy. My parents were still watching TV, but they told me to go to sleep. I kept trying to convince myself that the woman was fictitious – that she didn’t really exist. I hid myself under the covers, shutting my eyes and ears. My reasoning was that the thought might go away if I ignored it. That obviously failed. The fright in my mind was to its tipping point, so I ran out of the room and shut the door behind me as fast as possible. My mom asked me what was wrong, and I replied with a simple “I’m hungry”. The food I received did soothe me, but I dreaded going back to my bedroom. After stalling for a bit, I was forced back into bed. The closet door was still open – it had the potential to hold a murderous female ghost. That night I kept staring at the closet door crack, keeping at least one eye opening to ensure my life was not in danger.
    I was afraid of this “ghost woman” for almost three months. Occasionally I would wake up in sweat from a nightmare, thinking the woman would come out of the closet to get me. Every morning I would shut the closet door, but little did I know that the closer door was faulty – and would always produce a crack. After that, I told myself never to watch horror movies. Never.

  7. Oishika Vaid says:

    Terrorist Attacks are rare yet powerful. They have the ability to turn complete happiness into an ocean of sorrow, of corpses. One such incident occurred in my life too. The scariest of all. That was when I felt hollow and empty inside. This happened on 26th November 2008. All over the happy city of Mumbai, India. There were bomb blasts and non stop firing in six places all over Mumbai. 15 terrorists creating complete havoc and thousands of military men attempting to save each of those trapped by these terrorists. Both the sides had different goals. One’s was to kill while the other’s was to save. One of the attack locations was next to my house, five minutes away. I could hear the bomb blasts, the firing and at times a scream full of pain. I was petrified. My mother and I were watching the news which had all these moments being captured. And then suddenly, we heard a loud (the loudest so far) blast. A taxi parked opposite our building blew up. But thank God for our amazing army men, who after two days of firing won and many were rescued while a few innocent people also lost their lives. This was one of the worst terrorist attacks that Mumbai had faced in a long long time. And this was one of the most scariest experience of my life.

  8. Amanda Plaksin says:

    I love being afraid; roller coasters, haunted houses, scary movies, blood and gore, bring it on. It’s a thrill to me. However, a time when I was truly scared occurred not too long ago; this kind of scared is not an artificial kind, not a kind that can be purchased. This scared is a pure fear, heart racing, tearful concern while you stand helpless.
    That night I attended a concert at the Festival Pier with my cousin and a few friends. We had a great time; when the show was over a friend picked us up and we returned to my cousin’s house off campus. We stayed up all night hanging out and talking. I had misplaced my phone somewhere in her house, but wasn’t worried about anyone contacting me in the middle of the night.
    Around 6am my friend handed me my phone and said, I think you have a couple voicemails. Curiously, I checked my messages. I didn’t hear anything at first, but then, my boyfriend’s voice came over the phone, weak and confused.
    “Baby…I’m layin on the side of the road…I crashed my car, I dunno what happened, my head hurts so bad…I love you…”
    My heart stopped. Utter confusion. Fear. Laughter turned cold. Another voicemail: “…Amanda, Matt’s pickin’ me up to go to the hospital, my car’s totaled, I fell asleep baby I’m so sorry, I just wanted to hear your voice.” He sounded so distant and confused. Hurt. I hung up my voicemail and called Matt. No answer. Called Kevin, no answer. Turning into frantic urgency and fearing the worst, I try Matt again. He answers. Tells me Kevin fell asleep at the wheel, took out 15 feet of guardrail and three trees, and almost flipped his car. Told me how he could barely get him off the pavement and about the gash on his head, but otherwise he escaped without a scratch.
    My world had stopped for a solid ten minutes. My world would have seized to exist if I had not heard Matt tell me Kevin just had a concussion. If I had lost him. And I was stuck in North Philly helpless while they were 45 minutes away at our local hospital. That is fear.

  9. Siya Brown says:

    February 10, 2011 was the scariest day of my life. It was the day I gave birth to my beautiful baby girl Madyson Olivia Madrigal. I had my mother, my two best friends, my boyfriend, and my step-dad (who was too worried about passing out to even help with anything). But before I get to that, let me say… On February 9, 2011 I was almost as scared because it was the first day that I experienced Braxton-Hicks, which is when you have contractions that feel like your baby is coming but your baby is just playing cruel tricks on you. You have to wait until your contractions are consistantly 5 minutes apart to be admitted into the hospital. The scary part for me was that I was in McDonalds trying to enjoy breakfast with my mother and I started feeling pain and I had no idea what was happening. Finally I told my mother and she got all kinds of excited and she was all “yay, my grand-baby” and I was all, “I’m still not ready to be a mommy… I have 5 more days to go”. Besides that, I really wanted to finish my pancakes and I didn’t want my water to break in such a public place and just cause a whole scene. But thankfully, the contractions stopped until around ten o’clock that night and that’s when the real fear set in. This was my first child and even though I new what to expect and I’d seen deliveries before, you just never really know what to do or how to feel until you experience it for yourself. I was so worried there would be complications and I didn’t know if it would take hours and hours or if I would pass out and have to get a C-section or if I would have to get an epidural (a giant needle in your back to numb the pain from the waist down). It was just so scary and emotional but it was the best day of my life. I still remember the snow on the hill right outside the window. I remember my boyfriend’s face when he first seen her. Kind of like he’d never knew love until that moment. I also remember the stupid joke he made about my placenta looking like a big juicy steak. I remember my stomach deflating and my entire body just sinking into the bed after that final push. But most importantly, I remember the first time I got to hold my baby girl. She was the most beautiful, tiny, fragile, soft, bundle of joy that I’d ever seen!

  10. Luckym Dinh says:

    I remember being afraid this past summer. I was driving with my friend Lauren to our other friend’s house. When we were driving, it was only drizzling but as time progressed, it began to rain harder and harder. The view of the road was becoming very unclear. i could only see blurs straight ahead and it didn’t help that it was hitting close to midnight. Another thing that shook me was passing by accidents. I thought my car was going to be in the next accident that was bound to occur. I think my paranoia saved me that night. I drove about a mile per hour and I was able to arrive at my friend’s house without a scratch. i guess the best way to approach a scary situation is to take every precaution necessary even if it means being very slow.

  11. Liesl Blum says:

    This was not the most scared I’ve ever been in my life but it’s one that I remember very well. I must’ve been in third grade, maybe a little younger, and I was sleeping over at my cousin’s house who is five years older than me. I’ve always looked up to her and thought whatever she did was cool so I never questioned anything we did. It was getting late so we decided to put on a movie before going to sleep. She picked Arachnophobia, which is a movie about a rare killer spider from South America that was brought to the United States in the casket of a man that it killed and eventually had a ton of baby spiders. At the time I was not a fan of spiders but I was not deathly afraid of them. After the movie was over we tried to sleep but I just kept thinking about this movie and became so freaked out by it I started crying and called my mom to come pick me up at 2:00 am. I remember going home that night and not being able to sleep until the morning, and after finally falling asleep I had an awful dream that the spider was after me and woke up crying. Eventually I got over my extreme fear of spiders, but for a good chunk of my childhood I was terrified of them.

  12. Giovanni Adiletta says:

    There exists a fear that is masked by the distracting obligations of every day life. A fear that directly affects every organism in the world yet is absent from our complacent society. I have a constant fear of the fate of humanity.

    Corporations, organizations and Bureaucracies are filled with greed and do not look into the future further than the tip of their nose. Our system that has been molded to revolve around the use of fossil fuels will crumble when resources become dry. But what does it matter now? They’re making money, so everything is okay? False. At the rate resources are being drained it doesn’t take a genius to conclude that one day fossil fuels will cease to exist. There has been very little and insignificant action focused on creating a new dominant system that is more efficient, renewable, and aware of the tolls on the environment. Not only are resources diminishing, they are deteriorating the Earth at the same time.The Earth enables us to live, so shouldn’t we return the favor? As humans we work in unison with the Earth, and if we dont our actions will lead to our demise. The Earth is not going anywhere but humans have an expiration date. Im not suggesting that people stop what they are doing, I’m implying that the future should be aware in people’s mind.

    I could get into the corrupt ideology that certain functions such as a science fair are perceived as unimportant compared to other involvements that serve no benefit to the development of society. Or, the consequence of what public organizations are exposing to the world and its influence on the general population, but I already went deeper than I intended to.

    Do not think that I am not grateful for the world we live in or that I believe that every person is corrupt. If one day you are in a position to make decisions, make them based on the future, not based on the width of your wallet, that is what I think.

  13. Kevin Bernstein says:

    One of the most frightening times in my life was sophomore year of high school. It was a saturday night around 7 and i was just returning from a Model UN conference in NY. I don’t normally do Model UN but my friend josh and I decided to so we can score some extra credit to look good on our college letters. The conference was a lot longer than I intended it to be and I was at the point of collapse from tiredness on the bus ride home. I arrived at my school around 7pm where my mom awaited to pick up josh and I to bring us home. It was a normal day, we were just gonna go get showers then meet up again to go out. My mom was usually quite but I hadn’t noticed, I was too busy talking up plans with josh and thinking of the possible activities we could do. After My mom and I dropped josh off my mom pulled over and turned from the front seat and said “Kev, hun we need to talk.” She went on to explain how my dog Cory, of 12 years, was really very sick and tonight was probably the night. I was in shock and didn’t know how to react or what to think. My mom had kept the news that she took Cory to the vet the week before and found out she had cancerous tumors on her spleen, talk about weird right? I noticed Cory was acting strange the past week but regrettably i didn’t even think anything of it. We raced home, it was one of the hardest drive’s I’ve had to go through. I asked a million questions like “what can we do to save her” or “how does this even happen”? Truth was, things like this just happen and theres nothing you can do about it. See, I got Cory as my first dog when i was 6 years old. I had never had a pet before, but always wanted one more than anything. So after months of begging my mom finally gave in. Cory was about 6 months when we got her, so we were both very young. We had an instant connection. Honestly, as weird as it sounds, I really felt close to her. We grew up together, and she was always there whenever I needed. You know when people say dogs can tell when your upset or sad and they come to comfort you, it really is true. Cory slept at my feet every night and I didn’t even realize how valuable of a friend she was to me until I lost her. Did you ever hear the expression “nothing is the same twice”, I honestly will never feel the same way about any other animal the way I did about Cory. Back to the story, so we got home to find her laying on the floor, she wasn’t herself in the least bit. My dad scooped her up and brought her into the car. The second car ride that night was 1000x’s harder then I could ever dream. I was afraid for her, my mom, my dad, and more than anyone myself. I can’t even remember how scared I was for her, how she felt, what she was thinking, and if she was in pain. We went to my mom’s friend who was a vet and she took care of everything. On the way over i was texting a friend and my brother telling them everything that was happening. They gave words of wisdom and truth but I could barley read them because of the tears blocking my vision. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. We got to the vet and you know the rest. It was the hardest, definitely scariest things I’ve ever had to do. Can you imagine the feeling of saying goodbye to your best friend after 12 years of being together. Knowing that as soon as you walked out that door you would never see, hear, or be able to communicate with for the rest of your life. I’ve never been so afraid, even to this day when i think of it I get upset and it still bothers me more than anything. I’ll always love, miss, and remember her but my life will forever be changed. And that was one of the frightening nights of my life.

  14. Meghan Hall says:

    For me, being afraid used to consist of haunted houses, math tests, roller coasters and spiders. However, my junior year of high school I was proved wrong. The scariest moment of my life occured when my father passed away unexpectantly from a heart attack. The morning it happened was the most frightening day of my life. All I remember were the doctors coming into the waiting room to tell my mom, sister and I that my dad had passed away. I could not believe it, especially because just the day before he had been perfectly fine and acting like his normal, jolly self. So many thoughts were rushing through my head like “omg, I cannot believe this is really happening, this is just a bad dream and who is going to take care of me and my family? How will we get through this?” and then I began thinking of all the events in my life my dad will never get to be apart of, like my proms, graduation, moving to college and walking me down the aisle for my wedding. Although, this was a tragic event in my life, it also brought my family a lot closer and made me realize that even though I have gone through such a tremendous loss in my life, it has made me realize how lucky I am to have the people in my life that I do and to not sweat all the little things because they are not important.

  15. Tess Drudy says:

    So my story isn’t a tragic event or anything close to it and it probably won’t seem scary to anyone else. But this moment has been on my mind constantly and when I feel something that intensely, it usually helps me to write about it.

    All senior year I couldn’t wait for college to come. I was so sick of school and so ready to move to Philly. So excited in fact, I think I wished a lot of my final year in high school away. I knew that I was going to have to leave people I love and things were going to change, but I didn’t feel the full reality of it until the time actually came. Anyway, it was a week before I had to leave and my best friend was leaving for college. He goes to Seton Hill which is a small college half an hour outside of Pittsburgh. We had become so close throughout summer. I was always at his house and the two weeks leading up to him leaving, we were apart maybe twice. We were trying to soak in every last moment without thinking about the future. So when the time came that he had to get in that car and drive away, I just wasn’t ready. We sat outside his house waiting for his mom to pull up in silence. We both couldn’t find words. There was really nothing left to be said in that moment, nothing to be done but to just be in each others presence for a few more moments. Sure we knew we’d see each other again and this wasn’t goodbye forever. But somehow we both knew in the back of our minds that things wouldn’t ever quite be the same. Now I’m sure everyone had a similar experience saying goodbye to someone you love. But I was legitimately afraid in that moment. So afraid that I would lose him once he got into that car. I was afraid that we wouldn’t be close anymore because of the five hour separation. It was one of the worst feelings I’ve ever felt. And I was right, we have grown apart and things definitely aren’t the same, which only solidifies my fear of goodbyes. I try every day to brush it off and put it out of my mind, but lately it’s been impossible. I don’t regret my decision to go to Temple, or spending those last two weeks with him. They were a great memory, even though things are different now. They’re something I can look back on and smile, no matter what the future holds.

  16. Molly Driscoll says:

    I can think of so many times when I have been afraid. Life is filled with so much uncertainty and unexpected events that it’s impossible to never be afraid. I think being afraid and fear spurs a lot from distance and being away from loved ones. I can think of one particular circumstance that happened very recently, I think it was the most afraid I have ever been in my life.
    Throughout the summer my grandma was in and out of the hospital and had been getting progressively sicker. She lived with my family in our house so, when she finally came home from the hospital I was really involved in caring for her. She really couldn’t do much without assistance. Now, I had a lot of trouble with Housing in the beginning of the year. They had said that all the Residence Halls were full. My parents did not want me to live anywhere but a Residence Hall. So, we decided I would commute until Housing opened up. So, helping my grandma yes was hard, but I wasn’t afraid because I was always there with her, always spending time with her. The first day of classes I went to the Housing Office, and found out housing had become available and they gave me a room. I was really excited because I felt like I was missing out on the college experience by not living on campus. I got everything together and moved in the following weekend. This was really hard, I was afraid of leaving my grandma. I was afraid of leaving my parents with one less person to help out. I was afraid, but I knew I had to go.
    Thankfully, I don’t live that far and was able to go home when I wanted to visit. I went home every other weekend so I could visit my grandma. I was back and forth a lot because my mom had said before I left that it wouldn’t be long before she passed, she was just too weak. Every time I saw her, she was about fifty times worse than from the last time I saw her. But, every single time I came back to campus I would be so afraid that she would go while I was at school. I felt like that would just make things so much worse. About four days before she passed, Thursday night, my mom called and said I should come home because it didn’t look like it was going to be that much longer. I was upset and so afraid, afraid of losing my grandma and afraid of not being with her and my family when it happened.
    When I would go home for the weekend, I would usually have my mom drive me back Sunday night. However, the weekend I went home to see my grandma, for some reason, I wanted to stay one more night and go back early Monday morning. Around 12:30 that Monday morning my grandma passed away, I was there to say goodbye and to be with my family. Even though my fears did not come true, I think it was the uncertainty aspect of life that allowed me to be so afraid.

  17. Bekah Smith says:

    I’m scared all the time. Anxiety disorders can do that. I’m afraid of so many things, yet sometimes I’m scared for no reason at all. My heart will beat so hard it feels like it will shoot out of my chest. I won’t be able to breathe, and I’ll tremble uncontrollably. They call this stage fight or flight, one’s natural inclination to flee a situation or fight your way out of it. So much adrenaline will pump through my body. I’ll feel like I’m dying, be crying my eyes out. The whole time I’ll beg for it to stop, beg whichever deity is out there to make it all stop. Usually panic attacks don’t last that long, but for me, they can last hours. It’s excruciating in a whole different way. A lot of issues have caused me to be this neurotic, anxious little being. I don’t have stories I wish to share, and none could compare to people who’ve lost parents, experienced uncontrollable disasters, people who’ve experienced some hardcore loss in their lives. I wish I could say I was brave. The people who face those types of things and come out the other side a stronger, somewhat scarred person, those are the people who are brave. I’m the one who cowers, afraid of the minuscule things these people barely blink an eye at.

  18. Jason Wesolowski says:

    I’ve never really been a fan of heights ever since I was a little kid. I don’t know what it is about them, but for whatever reason heights just terrify me. When I was about 10 years old, my family took a trip to Montreal, Canada. One of the things we did on the trip was go to the Olympic stadium. At the stadium they had an observatory, which was a neat architectural design, but it completely scared the hell out of me. Being almost 600ft. tall and having the design of being on a 45-degree angle, I was terrified to go up to the top. I remember that the elevators were even on the outside of the building, and I couldn’t imagine having to ride along the edge of the building. Just when I thought the vacation couldn’t get any worse, we took a trip into Toronto as well. While we were there everyone wanted to go to the CN Tower. This was even more terrifying because it stands at a height of 1151ft., which is double that of the Montreal Tower. There was no way I wanted to go up this massive tower, so my mom and brother ended up going to eat at the revolving restaurant at the top of the building, while my dad and I just went for pizza. This one trip brought my fear of heights to a new level. Nowadays, heights do not scare me as much as when I was little. I can stand most heights now, but when I am on a very high building I just get this funny tingling sensation in the bottom of my feet.

  19. Krupa Khatri says:

    When I was five, I was seriously afraid of swimming in the deep end of a pool. My friends and family, especially my dad encouraged me to try it out, but I refused. My dad’s efforts to make me more adventurous would backfire because the more he urged, the more I resisted. So when my parents signed me up for swimming lessons, I went insane. I felt like and acted like the world was ending. My parents were betraying me. I tried to be as difficult as possible to make them realize what a horrible idea this was. The first day of lessons, I stared in horror at my swimming instructor as the jock blatantly drooled over the female lifeguard. The moron was way to distracted to keep me from drowning, and I was positive that by the end of the lesson, I would meet such a fate. The instructor made us line up by the perimeter of the deep end to practice diving. Why couldn’t he just flirt shamelessly with the lifeguard for the rest of the lesson? I frowned at the instructor. He couldn’t really expect us to dive/sink into the cold, dark water. I like breathing in air, not water; walking, not swimming; jumping, not diving; being warm, not cold. There was nothing comforting about the deep end. It was too foreign. The unknown was what I really feared.

  20. Darian says:

    This one is easy exercise for me because there was never a time where I was more afraid then when my brother was in the hospital. My family has a lot of medical problems. My father my brother, the youngest one who is ten, and my self have a blood disorder. My other brother, Eliot, was 12. He came home from school two days before his birthday, which is in Christmas break. They sent him home because he had passed out for about two minutes. Then he started to hallucinate. This is the only kid in our family that never gets sick. I don’t even think I can recall him getting a headache. So when he came home he sleep for hours in my parents bed I didn’t think anything of it. He woke up and seemed fine. He seemed like his self. When we went to bed that night we decided that Eliot and I would sleep in the family room. I didn’t want to; I wanted to sleep in my nice warm bed. My parents begged me.
    “Please Darian, just keep and eye on him. We’re very worried and I don’t want him sleeping alone, but he doesn’t want to sleep in out room”
    “Fine. But then we have to make pancakes in the morning, OK.”
    So I slept in the family room with my brother. In the middle of the night at 2:34 according the to clock in the Comcast box, Eliot started hitting his head on the frame of the couch. I screamed at him to stop because I couldn’t sleep. he continued to do it for a good ten minutes, so I shook him. Nothing. He couldn’t even hear me. I didn’t know what to do. should I call my parents down? What if it’s nothing. They would be so mad that I woke them up. But why can’t he hear me. After 20 minutes I couldn’t take it. I went to my parents room and woke them up
    “Dad, I’m really sorry, but I think somethings wrong. Eliot is hitting his head and he won’t stop and he won’t wake up and i don’t know what to do and…”
    I started crying rivers of tears. I really didn’t know why I was crying. I think I knew something was happening that would be very bad.
    When we went down the stairs, Eliot had started having a seizure. I screamed and my dad called 911. They said that they couldn’t get there for another 40 minutes. My dad picked up my brother and got in the car and left me in the house with not even a good bye.
    From there it was a blur. I sat at home and waited. They called. He went into a coma and they didn’t know why. Days passed and they thought it was influenza to the brain, but there was nothing they could do. Two days latter my brother woke up on his own and screamed that he knew no one in the room. Not my mom not my dad.
    “Where is my sister, where is she! I don’t know you!”, he just screamed until i got there and settled him down.
    “Darian, whats going on. Do we know them?”
    “Yes, Eliot, we do those are our parents, don’t you remember?”
    “No, but I trust you. Tell me please. I don’t get it. Can we just leave. I’m scared”
    That was the most afraid I have ever been. I walked him though our memories and all the stupid stuff our parents did that makes them our parents. My dad was the sugar plum fairy in his school play and we always tease him about it. My mom tells us how wonderful her cooking is before we do. She cooks well and she doesn’t let any one forget it. He soaked it all up like they were stories and not memories.
    Eliot made a full recovery and he doesn’t remember his birthday that year or anything that happened. He just woke up a few days later asking where he was and my mom look like she was crying. Although he forgets, I never will. I thought that I had lost him for ever and I would be left with a shell of a brother.

  21. Miguel Martinez says:

    It was dark, and all I could see were legs, as I walked through the crowd holding hands with my mother. She greeted many adults and held conversations here and there. There was an announcement and shortly after music began to echo throughout the open space. I remember being stuffed from the Halloween candy I had devoured earlier in the night. But as I was concentrating on my stomach I heard loud screams coming from the stage. Everyone on stage was dressed like a witch, and in my mind they WERE witches. I immediately told my mom I wanted to go, but she replied with “Honey, calm down we just got here”. As I looked at the stage in horror, I realized that the curtain was moving. Being about 5 years old I automatically tied the noise of the bass to the curtain moving. ‘Theres monsters behind there!’ I thought. I urged my mom to leave but she ignored my demands. What could I do? Cry, yes, that’s it. I made a scene I dropped to the ground cried kicked and did everything possible. It worked, we left.

  22. Kelley Hey says:

    One time I truly experienced fear was when I was in a car accident about two years ago. My mom and I were in the backseat of a cab coming home from vacation down the shore. The last thing I remember in the cab was looking over and smiling at my mom. The next thing I knew I woke up in a strange place. Everything was really blurry, I saw flashing lights and I saw my mom next to me crying. In my daze I realized I was in an ambulance and naturally I started to freak out. What happened? Why am I here? Could I move my legs? What is going on? Is this a dream? I remember my mom next to me in a stretcher, holding my hand and praying…and then I went back into a sleeplike state. I woke up again in the hospital and I really thought this whole ordeal was a terrible nightmare and that soon I would wake up in the safety of my own bed. In the hospital, I saw my brother walking towards me and I remember saying to him “ Is this a dream?” and he told me that my mom and I were in a car accident. I started crying, but he told me everything would be okay that luckily we were not hurt that badly. Thankfully, we only had minor damage, my mom and I both had concussions and some bruising, but other than that we were okay. When the car accident happened I was knocked unconscious, which is why I did not know what was happening in the ambulance. It was the scariest feeling waking up in the ambulance not knowing what was going on and I have yet to experience anything scarier.

  23. Conor McGuckin says:

    Halloween has always been my favorite holiday, so having to spend it at work this year was scary in itself. However, the night went pretty quickly and I got to wear a costume as I worked, so it wasn’t that bad. The better manager was running the show tonight, and she let me go as soon as she could, which was around around 10:30p.m.. As I was briskly walking home in the cold fall, my iPod at a relatively loud volume drowning out the silence of the dark night. I randomly got free access to wifi. So as I continued to walk, I browsed through my emails and recent Facebook updates, in my isolated bubble of mobile music and internet. All of the sudden, a massive figure appeared in front of me. Reacting with only instinct, I evade passed this eight foot giant wearing a white porcelain mask. It stood motionless, then slowly turned to face me. His mask emotionless. Four short feet now between us. The music in my ears suffocating any words he could of spoke. We make eye contact. Instinct took over again, and I flee with a hastened pace. I look back after a few strides…He’s following me! The giant trailed an “I Know What You Did Last Summer,” pace. I start to jog, not caring how ridiculous I look. After about three minutes of steady jogging i slow, surveying my surroundings. It’s gone. I’m safe… for now. My heart pounding, I walk home on this dark Halloween night.

  24. Tracey Young says:

    Last week, my friends and I watched American Psycho. I knew that horror movies and I don’t get along well in the slightest, but I let myself be convinced that it was actually a funny movie, and not horrible or scary at all. Clearly, this was a horrible mistake, because while the gruesome scenes of blood and gore and death didn’t affect me too much, the psychological implications of Patrick Bates’s loss of sanity.

    After watching the movie, I found myself incapable of returning to my room. I kept imagining crazy people with axes running around just waiting to murder the next person in their line of sight. I was freaking out over possibly walking into one of these crazy people’s lines of sight and being an unfortunate victim of an axe murder. I ended up sitting half-catatonic in the lounge, unable to leave, and eventually, one of my friends took pity on me and walked me back to my room so I wouldn’t have to worry so much about crazy axe murderers popping up behind me and killing me.

  25. Brandon Katz says:

    I can still feel the sticky sweat drops trickling down my back and face. Gasping for breath and not feeling satisfied. Swaying from side to side, front to back on the narrow, jagged trail. Trying to stay awake while carrying a 45 pound backpack.
    It’s a good thing green is my favorite color – otherwise I would not have liked the look on my face and the small, cracked mirror showed it. I was so tired when I hit the pillow it was torturous to not be able to sleep. I knew everything would be fine soon, but I was scared to death for myself.
    I was only at 10,000ft but still experiencing altitude sickness in an extreme way in the back country of the Teton Mountains.
    Although I knew I would get help soon, jarring thoughts were racing through my mind. Will I ever catch my breath? Will I ever wake up if I finally fall asleep?
    Lying solemnly in a tent did not help. I tossed and turned, wheezed and gasped. When offered food, I tried to eat, but couldn’t get it down. Cheese quesadillas never tasted so… tasteless and chalky. Water never seemed to make me so nauseous.
    The next morning I was evacuated from the back country. By 6,000ft, I felt infinitely better. I was upset at not being able to finish my adventure, but grateful to feel better. I couldn’t wait to try again!

  26. mike f says:

    The last time i was afraid for for a few seconds a couple of weeks ago when i was at new york comic con with some friends. It was the second day of the three day convention, and i decided to break off from my friends and do my own thing for a little bit. I was looking at what comics were for sale for a bit when i decided after am hour to try and get hold of them. So i took out my cell phone to call them when i realized my battery was almost dead. I had to make my call quick, but by the time i had raised the phone to my ear it had shut off. I was left in a convention center four blocks wide with no way of getting in touch with my friends in a city i was not familiar with. To make matters worse, thanks to my over reliance in technology, i did not know either of their cell phone numbers. With luck the first person had the exact same phone as me. I asked him if i could borrow his batter, and explained my situation. He more than graciously lent it to me. Once my phone powered back on, after 7 minutes (thanks android), i was able to call them. The first person i called went right to voice mail. The second person rang for a few minutes but didn’t pick up and voice mail was full. I than sent out a text message to both of them explain my situation and told them to meet me where i was. I thanked the man and returned his battery. I waited for 40 minutes for my friends to find me, but it did not seem like they were going to find me. I than looked around again, and this time i saw that one of the booths was playing music off of an android phone. I ran over, explained my situation and they lent me their charger. I than got my phone to turn on after waiting for what felt like hours. Once my phone was on the first matter of business was to write down their phone numbers (which i should have done in the first place). Then i txted and called them again. Once again no answer or response. i told them to meet me in a new place and left. After another half an hour of not hearing from them i asked one last person if i could borrow their cell phone. Thankfully this time they answers, and we were able to meet up. After all of this it turned out that the entire convention center was a cell phone dead zone, so my friends would not get my messages until 20 minutes from when i left them. And the entire time they were only 5 minutes behind me.

  27. Andy Wells says:

    When I was a young child, I prided myself on my ability to remain calm in situations that I thought would scare other kids my age. Not real life scary situations. Things like scary movies, hay rides, and TV shows that my friends thought were frightening. So it’s no surprise that I ignored age warnings on “scary” rides in amusement parks. In 1998, I visited Disney World with my family. There, I rode a ride called The Extra Terror-Estrial Alien Encounter. My parents warned me that the ride was not designed for children under 12. But I rode it, because I could handle it. After all, I was special; or so I thought.
    I was not special and I immediately regretted riding the ride when I got strapped in. I was far too young for this ride. It was no longer than 5 minutes before I started crying. The ride followed the story of a friendly, fuzzy little alien critter who scientists were experimenting on. You may not have seen this coming, but the experiment goes horribly wrong. The result is a massive, evil alien who breaks out of his cage and harasses the audience. The special effects of the ride included steam and dripping water, to simulate the creature breathing and salivating on the audience. I bawled my eyes out through the entire thing.
    For the record, the ride was shut down before I returned to Disney World in 2000. They shut it down because so many kids cried on it. So in my defense, I wasn’t the only wimp.

  28. Nima Karvar says:

    One time I can remember when I was afraid was when I was a little kid. I remember this memory so vividly because of the terror it caused and the imprint it left in my mind. It all started when I was about seven years old. I always saw my mother and father had one of those utility lighters used to light a grill. Every time I looked at it, I thought it was absolutely amazing! I wanted to play with it so bad, it pained me, but I knew it was dangerous. As sly as I could be, I slowly grabbed it from the kitchen counter and ran back to my room with it. I ran into my closet and slammed the door. I held it like it was something that had always been missing from me, and I was not complete without it. It glowed with power that resonated through me. Gazing at it’s elegant structure and physique, I adored it’s every curvature. Mimicking how my parents would light it, I tried the same motion. Unfortunately, I was successful in lighting the lighter. Right away, the flame sparked my clothes and spread all over the tightly enclosed closet. I was petrified and absolutely helpless. Thankfully, my grandmother and my dad smelt the fire and ran over with a bucket of water and drenched me. I saw myself dying a stupid way. I was afraid and scared, but thankfully I got out of it.

  29. Anonymous says:

    Evan Ostrow…

    There I was on damp earth. The grass tried to swallow up all the water, but murky brown liquid squeezed out of the ground and pool around my feet with each step. Ahead was a raggedy old shack with a decaying door that was loose on its hinges. I reached for the door and it swung easily open. Stepping into the single room the door closed behind me. Twilight beams of light shone through the roof making the atmosphere hazy. There sitting in the corner of the room was a jet black spider with a red hour glass marking on it… the black widow. Before I knew what was happening it began to grow and grow. Rooted to the ground out of fright, I watched as the spider became too big and the hut exploded around me. And suddenly, I was hurtling across the swampy ground toward a well lit house in the distance. Thinking to far ahead, I missed the root sticking out in front of me and went flying through the air. The rustling of eight legs caught up to me and suddenly there was lots of pain.
    I screamed and shot up in bed coming back into reality as my reaction scared my cat away from my now bit leg.

  30. Lilly Kuriakose says:

    A recent memory I have of being afraid was in this summer during the last week of August. My first day of college was not more than a few days away and I was getting so scared and nervous. Everyone that I knew including all my friends was so excited about college. They couldn’t wait to move out and finally enjoy. It seemed like I was the only one afraid to begin a new journey in my life. But the day finally came and I was so nervous to even think about how the day was going to end up. My friend who is a senior at Temple is the one who dropped me on the first day. She was very helpful and showed me my classes for that day. So I went to my first class and my teacher was very nice but he already announced that we will be having a quiz the next day. So that freaked me out even more. I was afraid that everything was moving so fast and that I might get caught up in the work. But after a few weeks I realized that college isn’t as bad as I thought. Even though it’s a challenge I actually started to enjoy it and made new friends.

  31. Patrick Carvalho says:

    As a child growing up I was always tormented by my siblings. I don’t know why they loved harassing me as much as they could, but since I was the youngest of three brothers I always got the worst of everything. When I was younger and much smaller than them they would love to beat me up, make me do everything for them, and they would also scare me. They would love to sneak up on me or hide behind my door and pop out with a loud scream. As you can imagine I was a very paranoid child around the house in fear of someone hiding about to jump out at me. Although I was very used to being frightened there is one memory that will always stick with me. It was a normal night around the house about 10 years ago and me and my brothers were playing playstation in the basement. This was a normal thing for us and we would spend the last hour or so down there before we went to bed. For whatever reason my oldest brother Brian decided to end the night short and turned off the tv and playstation and began to run upstairs. I had no idea why he was running but my other brother dan began to follow him. I soon realized that they had planned to run up the stairs and close the door on me. Since I was much younger than they were, and they had a head start I was not even to the stairs when the lights suddenly turned off. My basement just like many others is fine while the lights are on but a very spooky dungeon in the darkness. As soon as the lights turned off I began screaming and trying to find my way up the stairs. The whole way up I imagined something in the dark following me, and I could have swore that something touched me. I finally made it up to the stares and began pounding on the door and screaming bloody murder. The minute I was trying to escape felt like forever but I finally heard my mom yelling something at my brothers as the door opened. I lunged forward to escape the scary depths of the basement as my heart pounded like never before. This was just one of the many times my brothers scared me, but I will always remember it. It is very ironic that now after growing up I am the biggest brother, and I am the one doing the scary. I guess there is such a thing called karma.

  32. Eric Werbin says:

    It’s weird for me; I’ve been known to read stories in both books and online of horrific activities and rituals, and I have not been fazed through any of it. My childhood, however, was a different story. I remember back when I was eight and I was a “test subject” for a theater’s haunted house during Halloween. It had everything you would expect given a theater’s assortment of props: hands coming out of holes in the walls, strobe lights in a maze, chainsaws buzzing through doors, etcetera. The only jump I remember that actually got me was a car bumper and headlights crashing through a breakaway wall with the horns blazing and the lights on bright. I recall falling over and not wanting to move for a few minutes after that encounter. I don’t knw how that kind of kid could grow up laughing at horror stories now.

  33. Albert Germann says:

    Fear is an interesting thing. The thing that’s interesting about it is that it ends up being more than a feeling, more than an emotion, it becomes something that is part of you. A fear is something more than what you have to get over, something more than just an obstacle. Fear is something that gets cataloged in your memory, something that is part of who you are and why you are that way.

    The last time I was afraid was right now. As I sit here typing these words I have never been more afraid in my life. In the past I’ve been afraid of many things, from riding roller coasters to asking girls out on a date. These things made me who I am, but in a way the fear that I feel now is going to shape everything I do afterwords. This fear is bigger than the rest. This first semester at college is the biggest change that has ever occurred in my life. I’ve never moved to a different different house, and my parents are not divorced. I lived a quiet, fun, middle-class life. This change has made me think about things that are past the weekend, past Christmas break, past college. I feel like I need to start planning out things for my future, for what I want to do with my life, and at the same time I don’t want to loose the things I’ve already done. Everything I did to become who I am, everything I’ve done to see things the way I see things now: all of those experiences and actions are what I cherish the most. The times I spent in grade school, the times I spent with my friends, the times with my family, making memories, breaking bridges, forming new ones, if I ever lost those things I wouldn’t want to live anymore. The fear I have of loosing that, it’s unbearable.

    Sometimes in a quiet moment in my room, or in class I remember good times I had in my senior year in high school, the best year of my life. the friends I had, the things I’ve done, the music i listened too, the love I made; nothing I will ever do will mean just what those things mean to me now. The fear I hold with me, I fear I will have to hold it for much longer. Every time I think of a memory from last year, I have this gut wrenching feeling in my stomach. it’s not bad, I’ve labeled it as “extreme sentimentalism”. It’s become a facet of my personality, and so in a way I don’t ever want to loose that fear, because that fear itself is what links me to my past.

    The fear of loosing something is what links me to it. I think that’s true for many fears.

    Also: Matt look at this:http://www.quickmeme.com/meme/3583wb/

  34. Edric Garcia says:

    It was late afternoon and I had just had a long day at school. A day so long, it put the evolution of the human race to shame. I was exhausted, and the weight of my back pack, made me feel like atlas himself, carrying the entire planet on my shoulders. I slowly entered my key into the keyhole, and cautiously turned it. “Anyone home?”
    I asked in a hush whisper. I was met with the ice cold breeze of the air conditioner gushing out of the vents in a deep low hum. I let out a brief sigh. I dropped my backpack with a booming thump. The carpet rippled under it’s weight. I walked passed the kitchen and into the long narrow hallway. It felt as if time had been going as slow as a sleepless night sick, tossing and turning for all eternity. My heart beat faster with every step. I was approaching the end of the hallway where my path turned left. Just then, a short blur jumped out at me from around the bend I tensed up and let out a small yelp. Before I realized I was not dead, I heard the familiar giggling of my little sister.

  35. Rachel Beecher says:

    My junior year in high school, I met Evan.
    I remember meeting him several times before we really got to know each other. My friend was dating his best friend, so I met Evan at the events in which I was in with either of them.
    The first several times I met him were shows I was in. The next time I saw him after that was his high school’s production of Footloose: The Musical. He was Willard, and anyone who has seen Footloose knows that Willard is the goofiest character. I began to admire him from afar at that point, and after the show thought, “Wow, I want to know him.”
    So, being the courageous person I am, I went up to him after the show and introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Rachel,” I was about to say, but he cut me off before I could finish.
    “Rachel, right? Weren’t you Frenchy in Grease?”
    I was almost strangely honored that he remembered my name; I had met him both times almost six months previously. “Yeah, Rachel,” I smiled. “You did a great job tonight, you were hilarious.”
    One of his cast members approached him then, and said that they were taking a cast picture or something so our conversation was cut short, but it was something.
    We started talking a little and seeing each other in casual groups, and he was perfect in my eyes: funny, cute, sarcastic, so adorably awkward, stubborn, smart, talented, and a smartass, just like me. I remember on our first date sitting next to him while watching a movie and him looking at me out of nowhere and saying, “I like you.” Very bluntly, confidently, and directly…just “I like you,” then continued timidly with, “I-I…just wanted to…uh, let you know that.”
    I practically fell in love with him right there. I fell fast and I fell hard for a scared, confused little boy who was barely 17, and acted like he was about 14.
    After that initial great time, though, I started to wise up.
    I began to find out his not-so-great qualities: argumentative, irresponsible, confusing, and not to mention a republican. But I let it go, I mean, I’m not a saint. He kept telling me he didn’t want a relationship, but I knew he cared…there was just something about him. I started getting extremely impatient.
    After not seeing him for a couple weeks, my friend James asked me to go hiking with him after school. I didn’t think anything of it; I didn’t have afternoon plans, why not?
    So we went hiking. Very shortly after beginning our hike, James made a move on me. I didn’t want to kiss him at all, I could only think of Evan. But then again, my brain told me, Evan doesn’t want a girlfriend. You’re not doing anything wrong.
    I cut off James after a little while, and said thanks but no thanks. We left and pretended it never happened.
    I was so afraid to tell Evan. I was really falling in love with him and I only kissed James to spite Evan. I just didn’t want to lose him for such a stupid mistake that I did not even instigate.
    Evan called me that night, and we had a normal conversation, but I was shaking just talking to him. I thought about telling him so many times, but I just couldn’t say it.
    The same thing happened during our phone calls for the next two days, until he called me the following day. He had somehow found out, and questioned me immediately about it. I felt terrible, but I tried to put up a stoic façade. “You said you didn’t want a girlfriend, so I didn’t do anything wrong, we never said we couldn’t see other people,” was my straight response.”
    “Well, who said I hadn’t changed my mind recently? Until now,” was his equally icy response.
    My heart sank. I knew he couldn’t come back from this. He was too stubborn to let this go. I knew it was over then and there.
    And it was.
    Months later we did a show together and became pretty good friends again, but it was hard at first. It’s still hard sometimes; whenever he gets angry at me he brings it up spitefully. We talked about it in depth once, and he said it crushed his confidence for a while.
    It’s scary how a little thing like my impatience can affect someone.

  36. Andrew Chau says:

    Lapse of memory, I apologize.

    Fear was frequent in my childhood, I was afraid of everything. I am surprised that I’m not tin-foiled paranoid. However, the thing that I feared the most was the dark.
    When I was 7 years old, I had to walk to my grandmother’s house for dinner. My parents had already left to help set for the dinner. For the walk, I was going to be accompanied by my siblings. Traversing through the dark was always better with company. If you’re going to scream like an idiot, then you’ve got people that would scream with you. My siblings and I were leaving the house until I left my jacket on the couch. Expecting my siblings to wait, I went back and retrieved it. Upon getting back to the door, my siblings were gone. They had left without me. It was rather darkish outside; there was still some light from the sun. I was barely allowed to walk a block by myself. The walk to my grandmother’s house was a block and a half. I was not sure how I was going to do it. I had to do something as it was growing rather dark outside. I did what any 7 year old would have done. I screamed. I didn’t only scream, I ran and screamed. For that block and a half, I ran as quickly as my little legs would take me and screamed like a banshee. When I arrived at the steps of the house, I ran up it and opened the door. I was met with quizzical looks from my aunts and uncles. Rather than asking questions, they ignored it as if nothing had happened. I was fine with that. I don’t know how much of that proud was taken away for screaming at the top of my lungs, but I was proud. I was able to get to my grandmother’s house by myself, in the dark nonetheless.
    Even after that incident, it took me several years before I overcame my fear of the dark.

  37. Ray Seibert says:

    I have never been the bravest person in the world, and a few minutes of any horror movie would be too much for me. Even the commercials of horror movies leave a lingering fear in my heart sometimes, and I am afraid to sleep, fearing what I will find in my dreams. The earliest time I can remember being afraid was watching the end of a tv show called the Nightmare Room created by RL Stine, which for some reason was in the middle of Saturday morning cartoons. The show I saw had a kid getting turned into a doll by an evil doll that had come to life. The last scene where the kids mother finds him and screams frightened me for weeks, and I tried so hard not to think about it, but the fear was always there. I am scared less easily now, but I still cannot stand horror movies.

  38. Matt Maiolino says:

    One of the scariest events in my life was when I was in 3rd grade and got stuck in an elevator. I never had a problem with elevators until I saw a movie where an elevator broke and fell something like 20 floors. It terrified me and I was afraid something bad would happen if I got in one. Then eventually on a field trip to a muesam, my group got in an elevator and it got stopped and we got stuck. I was the only one panicking and not just because we were stuck but also I was feeling claustrophobic with all the people in that confined space. It only lasted about a minute and we were moving again, but once I got off i was relieved but still shaking about the whole thing. It felt like an eternity in there waiting to get out. From then until about the time I turned 14 i would avoid elevators as much as possible, taking stairs whenever I could. Every time i did take an elevator I would hold my breath and be extremely nervous until I got off. Eventually my fear of it went away and now i take them all time, probaly because I’m lazier now too. I really don’t worry about stepping in an elevator anymore but if i ever got stuck again some of that fear might come back.

  39. Charlotte Bader says:

    One of the scariest moments of my life was my senior year of high school. I was leaving my house on a morning in March, and it was cold outside. There was frost on my window and i scraped it off. As i got into the car and drove away, i guess my body heat caused the inside of the windshield to fog. I kept driving because i could still see. I was going up a hill and at one point the sun glare immediately hit my windshield and i was completely blinded. At this point i was at the top of a hill on a main road going about 40 mph. I hit on the breaks as soon as I saw the sun glare, but it was too late. I rear ended a car who was stopped because she was waiting for a truck in from of her to turn left. I ran into her car and she ran into the truck. I completely totaled my car and the car in front of me. The feeling I had even before I hit her car was complete fear because I was driving and cold see absolutely nothing. Everything happened so fast and I was in complete shock to say the least when I got out of the car. I was about two minutes from my house so I called my dad to come to the scene. I couldn’t stop crying I was so scared. The girl I hit turned out to be a graduate of the same small all girls high school that I went to, and she was very nice to me which was reassuring, but I still get nervous to this day driving up that hill.

  40. Eye’s wide, mouth open, nothing coming out. No sound that could be heard. Mouth becoming ever dryer. When I did manage to say something it just sounded like crackling of the static from the TV. I was standing in front of a real judge in a courtroom. I just wanted to be anywhere but the spot I was now. The fear of public speaking is nothing to be fooled with. I was almost petrified. I was the lawyer for my high school mock trial team. I was at my first trial an I had frozen in front of everyone. The longer I stood there not saying anything the sweater my arm pits became. I eventually regained what little composure I had left and began speaking. I will never forget that moment of sheer terror standing all alone in front of a real judge. But once the overwhelmingness had subsided I began to fall into a rhythm and the scaryness had subside.

  41. Garrett Baker says:

    I honestly can’t remember being really scared in my life. It would take a hell of a lot to scare me, I guess I’m just not a scared person. But if I had to pick one situation I guess it would be when there was a cockroach the size of a rat in my dorm room. It wouldn’t have been too scary except for the fact that it touched my bare foot. I was sitting alone in my room typing an English paper. The room was dark and silent, which is unusual for my room. So there I was typing when I felt a tickle on my foot. I went to bend over to scratch it and saw a giant black creepy crawly thing zoom across the room and under my desk. I didn’t get a great look at it, probably because as soon as I caught a glimpse of it I was already 4 feet in the air. I ran out of the room and down the hall as far as I could. I guess it was more being frightened than scared, but that’s the closest I’ve been to really scared in a long time.

  42. Charles Cramer says:

    I remember a time when I was in 8th grade, and our teacher was out for the day. There was an older substitute teacher, and he didn’t pay much attention to anything. Yet there I was, messing around with one of my friends drawing pictures back and forth, being obnoxiously loud! Next thing I know, the teacher was in our faces and yanked the paper out of my friends hands. The teacher looked at it, then said “To the office both of you!” Luckily for us our classroom was right next to the office (complete sarcasm). The principal looked at the paper and said “Well boys looks like I’m gonna’ have to makes some phone calls.” I was terrified! My dad was going to kill me! So I figured the best thing to do was to tell my dad the truth right? Well when it came down to it, I lied. Why? I honestly have no clue, but I now knew that I was grounded for 2 weeks for lying!

  43. Anonymous says:

    Tyler Mayes said…
    Maybe I lived a sheltered life, or maybe I’m just a pansy. Because other than watching a horror movie, the most scared I have ever been is walking up the stairs from the basement in the dark and thinking something was behind me.
    Knowing full well of this irrational fear of mine, my mom decided to prank me by turning off all the lights while I was in the basement. As I high-tailed it up the stairs, she opened the basement door and screamed bloody murder at me.
    While I fell down the stairs, my mind found the time to reflect on what had just happened; the single most terrifying moment of my life.

  44. Anonymous says:

    The scariest thing thing that ever happened to me was the death of my grandmother. It wasn’t her dying that was scary, she had been in the hospital for weeks so even though i had hope I was kind of expecting it. But what I was really afriad of was that the the family dynamic what it would become, that the fun would be lost the connetions would be gone. I was afraid that without the glue the family would slowly cease to exist.
    Bisa

  45. Spencer Reid says:

    Being afraid is not something I am used to not because I am trying to sound like a tough guy. But because I automatically associate the word afraid with being scared or in fear of something. All of these words just do not seem to show up in my life on a daily basis so I never really think about them. One time I specifically remember being afraid though was not for myself but for my brothers. I was in eighth grade and it was a prime time for something bad to happen since my parents were out of town. So trouble approached and I could automaically feel it in my body. It was like a knot in my stomach that would not disappear and I had know idea where it was coming from. Once returning home from school I found out that the feeling I had was real. Inviting the feeling of being afraid to arrive and ultimately eat away at me.

  46. David Sadlowski says:

    There has been a time in my life that scared me to the point where i will never forget what happened. It sounds so stupid, but I’ll tell the story anyway. Well I used to live in Trenton, New Jersey. My parents and I used to live in this apartment kind of house. It was three stories, but we owned the whole building. We lived in the top part of the house, and rented the other two parts. I was extremely young, so I was sleeping with my parents. I wake up in the middle of the night to hear a doorbell, and i tell my mom, but she just tells me to go back to sleep. All of a sudden I here the door rattle and open, and at that point i was already terrified. I heard someone walking up the steps, and open the door to our apartment. I didn’t know what to do. I told my mom someone was in the house, but she didn’t listen. My parents bedroom door opens, and a purple midget, wearing a tux walks in. I didn’t know what to think, so he walked up to my dads side of the bed, and put his hand under my dads back. The thing started saying gibberish, and my dad repeated whatever he said. I told my mom something was going on, but she just kept telling me to go back to sleep. This was one of the scariest nights of my life.

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