I was sitting on my couch and something caught my attention in my peripheral vision. A woman was on my porch, looking in my window!!!! Omg! I got up, but by the time I unlocked the 3 locks plus the security door, she was gone. Who does that?!?! Of course I'm already a wreck because Mr.VoR isn't home. I'll be sleeping on the couch with a butcher knife and my tazer. Damn.
So, what has scared the hell out of you lately?
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"So, what has scared the hell out of you lately?" - voiceofreason
The last thing that scared the hell out of me was the possibility of Barack Obama getting re-elected. After I lived through that fear (and didn't die of a heart attack or shame for our country majority choice, when he was re-elected), I believe I am now fearless.
I was scared earlier tonight. I was buying some stuff from one of those classified sites on FB and went to the persons house. It was in a really scary looking neighborhood. The road leading in was only big enough for one car and was along a steep drop off. It made me think it would be a good spot to ambush someone or trap them.
I think the only time I've truly been scared was after junior prom.
We were coming down the road to our house and I saw a body laying in the dirt by the golf course. The body was in a weird position - kneeling with forehead in the dirt and arms stretched back by the calves. I said something the effect of 'Oh sh!t! A dead body!'. My Grandma pulled over to call the police. Grandpa got out and stood on the street corner watching the body. I stayed in the car but was alternately looking at my Grandpa and looking at the body. All of sudden, the body's head slooooowly turned and stared right at us then the body got to its feet (looking at us the whole time) without using its hands and walked towards the river. The cops never found it.
I freaked out when the body walked off. I about had a coronary when I was relating the story to my cousin a couple nights later at night and there was 3 LOUD knocks at my second story window just as I got to the part about the body walking off.
The knocks were courtesy of my Grandpa. Found that out when he came up the stairs laughing his arse off and telling me he never saw me run so fast.
The body, to my knowledge, was never found. I promise y'all I am not making up what I saw. I wish I was as I'm creeped out by the memory.
This is why we have a big dog outside and a dog inside. No one gets that close to our house without raising a ruckus.
I think I may have called and at least made a verbal report.
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I was babysitting. That movie "When a Stranger Calls" was out. It was late at night, and I was watching television. There was an exit door next to the TV which I constantly checked to make sure it was locked. I went in to check the children, they were safe and asleep. I returned and the hook and eye latch was undone.
I was babysitting. That movie "When a Stranger Calls" was out. It was late at night, and I was watching television. There was an exit door next to the TV which I constantly checked to make sure it was locked. I went in to check the children, they were safe and asleep. I returned and the hook and eye latch was undone.
Last winter I came home from work & there were men's boot prints in the snow on my deck that came right up to the slider & then to the window on the side. My heart leapt & I was scared crazy until I realized that the pest control company had left their paperwork on the front door knob. It was a very brief but terrifying few minutes until it clicked together in my brain.
Maybe ask a neighbor or two if they saw her. She may have been trying to find one of them and realized she had the wrong house.
Did you see any evidence of her?
Pull your curtains. I do that. Put some sheers up. You an see out but they cant see in.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
I think the only time I've truly been scared was after junior prom.
We were coming down the road to our house and I saw a body laying in the dirt by the golf course. The body was in a weird position - kneeling with forehead in the dirt and arms stretched back by the calves. I said something the effect of 'Oh sh!t! A dead body!'. My Grandma pulled over to call the police. Grandpa got out and stood on the street corner watching the body. I stayed in the car but was alternately looking at my Grandpa and looking at the body. All of sudden, the body's head slooooowly turned and stared right at us then the body got to its feet (looking at us the whole time) without using its hands and walked towards the river. The cops never found it.
I freaked out when the body walked off. I about had a coronary when I was relating the story to my cousin a couple nights later at night and there was 3 LOUD knocks at my second story window just as I got to the part about the body walking off.
The knocks were courtesy of my Grandpa. Found that out when he came up the stairs laughing his arse off and telling me he never saw me run so fast.
The body, to my knowledge, was never found. I promise y'all I am not making up what I saw. I wish I was as I'm creeped out by the memory.
Last winter I came home from work & there were men's boot prints in the snow on my deck that came right up to the slider & then to the window on the side. My heart leapt & I was scared crazy until I realized that the pest control company had left their paperwork on the front door knob. It was a very brief but terrifying few minutes until it clicked together in my brain.
Something similar happened two nights ago to me. Found out it was the dog walker. My dog wanted to go down the side of the house as opposed to down the driveway and street. Apparently I have a critter hibernating under my deck that awoke a few days ago and his scent is in the side yard. I was worried when I saw the boot prints but after talking to the dog walker, I was soo relived.
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I believe the strangest thing that has ever happened to me happened one night after work.
It was late, we had something going on that day and I didn't get any of my inventory done before close and that threw everything behind for me.
So I helped everyone get through with their stuff so they could leave cause I could work faster alone. It was just inventory, auditing the day and filling out the daily report. Should have taken 30 minutes tops.
Well. I locked the doors behind the last person. Watched them all leave the parking lot and then went to the back, in to the office to count down the drawers.
As I finished the drawers and was putting it in the safe I had the strongest feeling like I was being watched. Now. There were no cameras back there and no windows. No one could see me.
I did a once around the store, checked all the doors and windows again and went to do the inventory. Well the hair on the back of my neck stood up and I felt like I needed to get out of the building.
I had worked there for 5 years at this point. I had been in that building many, many times alone. I knew all the sounds all the machines made as they cooled or heated. There was no reason or explanation for how I felt. But it was so strong and I was actually shaking. I grabbed my keys and coat and went to my car.
I called my store manager and told her what was going on. She kind of laughed but told me to go on home and she would take care of things in the morning.
Once I left the parking lot I was fine.
The next night as we were closing up I refused to be there alone. So two of the others stayed and walked out with me.
As we were leaving I got that same feeling again. And they commented about it too. The guy who was with us even went and got our cars and brought them to the door so we didn't have to walk across the parking lot.
I was talking to my manager the next morning on the phone and she said she felt like she was being watched when she was setting up the store that morning.
We laughed it off, said we needed a vacation and hung up the phone.
That afternoon when I went in she said the police came by and was warning all the businesses about a robbery that had happened at two other stores around us.
One store was across the road from us and the other was next door.
I know a lot of people don't believe in God or Angels but I really do believe my guardian angel was talking to me those nights.
They never did catch them as far as I know either.
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I was babysitting. That movie "When a Stranger Calls" was out. It was late at night, and I was watching television. There was an exit door next to the TV which I constantly checked to make sure it was locked. I went in to check the children, they were safe and asleep. I returned and the hook and eye latch was undone.
That would be creepy. Not sure I would have wanted to stay.
Back in my 20s a group of us went to DC for the night. We were driving home & one of the girls had to pee. So we stopped in a not so nice part of town & she & another girl went into a bar to pee. When they came out they pusshed the doors open really hard & hit these two girls standing outside with the door. The girls did not take this well & an argument started. Our two girls came running & hopped in the car. The other two girls pulled guns & started shooting at us. I was sitting next to the back right window & a bullet shattered it. Nobody was hit but I was picking shattered glass out of my upper arm for a week.
I probably wouldn't have known what to do with it in a panic. Plus guns are illegal in DC. Not that that stops anyone. It made me think twice about stopping in bad areas of the city for sure.
Husker you are always saying that if you're going to fire your gun you'd better be very sure yet you think Vor should have shot some lady looking in the window?...And you call others stupid and hypocrites...lol
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He didn't say to actually fire it. If someone is creeping around your house, it would be nice to have a weapon handy if that person decides to enter and become a threat to you.
I have several weapons but I was still startled and freaked out. I wonder what my thread tie would be if I actually fired my weopon. That scares me more than some random woman peeping in my window.
I have a real prison billy club, a tazer, a hand gun and a freakin big ass butcher knife. But, I'm not huddled up on my couch waving my weopons around.
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Lesson learned in February: I don't have to keep up, I just have to keep moving!
Well you would need at least 2 more arms to wave all those around.
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Probably a good idea. Your arms would get really tired.
You might look like one of those noodle man thingy things.
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Yeah. Don't shoot any body. Just wave it around and if you have to, throw a can of beans at them.
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I do have a gun. Smh. What? You think I should shoot someone thru my window for simply looking at me? Scared does not mean threatened. Wafda.
???? Who said anything about shooting anyone? Where do you get your nonsense?
It would be a lot more useful than a knife, though.
Not if you don't intend to actually use it.
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What about canned meat? I have some spam. Will that work or does it have to be vegetables?
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it is meat. It is ham. The same thing that is turned into sausage.
And it IS spam so if it burst just scoop it up and cook it.
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Although I do have some canned roast beef hash in the pantry. That would work too.
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First line of defense - big, very protective dog (and two little yappers for good measure). After that if someone is foolish enough to come in, we do have several firepower options close at hand.
First line of defense - big, very protective dog (and two little yappers for good measure). After that if someone is foolish enough to come in, we do have several firepower options close at hand.
I've always believed that our dogs were our best alarm system!
I do have a gun. Smh. What? You think I should shoot someone thru my window for simply looking at me? Scared does not mean threatened. Wafda.
???? Who said anything about shooting anyone? Where do you get your nonsense?
It would be a lot more useful than a knife, though.
Not if you don't intend to actually use it.
When someone is 10 or 15 feet away, a gun can be very intimidating. A knife, no.
Ed, you ever been doing something you were not supposed to do and then hear the unmistakable sound of a pump shotgun being ****ed?
You don't even have to see it.
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