I Couldn't Stop Running

[Palamon]

What was one of the most terrifying experiences in your life?

[Neo Emolga]

Some of my college final exams were absolutely terrifying. Some of them were excessively hard or had nothing we studied on them. It was like the exam was for a completely different class.

I've been in a few car accidents and those will make your heart stop for a moment.

[Blaquaza]

When I was 10 I two 15-year-olds starting a manhunt on me because one of their sisters lied and said I hit her, which I'd never do. I had to run and hide in a forest whilst they hunted me down. Some of my friends joined in with them as well, which made it even more horrible. Then me and the friend helping me reached a fork in the road; I wanted to go left, but they said we should go right, which I agreed to. Big mistake. They caught up with me, and one of them jumped on me, and because I was a lot smaller than him, it hurt a lot. I had to limp home. Thankfully, all of my friends realised they were being lied to not long after, but those few hours were some of the worst of my life. :(

[Caite-chan]

I would think for me it would be when I was told I had to get a pacemaker after an incident I had while I was mowing the lawn.

Then it was the car accident Mom and I had when some idiot kid ran a red light and we totaled the car even though we were both fine.

And the last one was last year when I was driving with Mom to dinner and I passed out behind the wheel and to stop the car Mom ran it up on to the curb and it hit a tree. I finally came to about 5ish minutes later wonder WTF happened while trying to stuff the air bag back into my steering wheel. xD Both Mom and I had to have a cat scan because she hit her head on the windshield after she took her seatbelt off to try and get he leg between mine to find the break. (Which didn't happen because I sit so close to the steering wheel.)

[Kentucky Fried Torchic]

When I was six years old, my life was fairly idyllic. Then came the Halloween of 2001. I was dressed up as Scooby Doo (with his big goofy head on top of mine) and went with a group of family members, aunts, cousins, my mother, and the like to a corn maze. It would be fun, they said. Corn mazes are super kid-friendly, they said.

They were wrong.

The first warning sign should have been that while waiting in line, there was a movie playing, projected on a thirty-foot high screen. That film was the miniseries of Stephen King's IT. I saw a man slit his wrists in a bathtub and write a message in his blood, and saw a clown devouring a young man who was thrown off of a bridge. The line moved painfully slow and I could not look away from the horror unfolding on the ten yard tall screen. Then we went into the maze. It was not a corn maze. It was a haunted murder maze. We rounded the corner and someone leaped out at us. My cousin, who was dressed as Raggedy Anne, and I began crying and the guy felt so bad that he took off his murder mask and led the whole gaggle of us out through an employees' only door.

The jump scare was not fun, but the movie had a much greater effect on me. My young mind jumbled together the images I saw and made a critical connection: clowns plus bathrooms equal murder. I proceeded to spend the next six years measuring how comfortable I was in a location by weather or not I was willing to go number one standing, because to do so would leave my surroundings unwatched and I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that if a murderous clown was going to get me, it was going to come out from behind the shower curtain while my back was turned. Fortunately, my fear of clowns has since metamorphosed into hatred, which is a much stronger emotion.