When Mrs Gandhi was assassinated in India there were violent riots throughout Delhi, so I immediately left work to pick up my kids & take them to safety. (I was told I couldn't but sod that). A swarm of Hindus weilding bamboo lathis surrounded my car screaming for Sikhs to scalp. I didnt have any in my car so they let me pass. But i thought I was dead.

Thanks, all for commmenting, I enjoyed reading your posts!

Having stupidly broke up with a woman in the evening at my place (should have done it in the morning), knowing that she had to stay because she’d been drinking and therefore couldn’t drive home, she proceeded to stand for hours by the window of my flat, saying that she was going to jump as soon as I fell asleep. I understand I’m a bit of a catch, but women can really act nuts sometimes!! ??

One stormy night in april, a knock reverberated from the door. Slowly, it creeped open and a tall man in a dark suit stood before you and an eerie sense of deep foreboding permeated the air. He opens his mouth, and in a deep voice like firewood cracking, his word burned across your skin leaving you shivering in agonizing fear: "This is an audit"

Trump won...

Scary enough that nothing since has been.

No. At the end, to validate the scary of the story someone got murdered. I had mentioned before here, twice. Enough.

Are you collecting ideas for short stories? Prolly get at least one novel level idea.

A bus ride along the side of the Tabletop Mountain in Capetown, South Africa (1973). Mountain wall on one side and sheer drop into the ocean on the other side. The bus was on the ocean drop side ....eek....and the on coming truck overloaded with excited workers was on the mountain wall side and neither vehicle slowed down!!!!! All I could see out the window was the sheer drop into the ocean that was throwing itself on the rocks hundreds of feet below me. I really thought we were all going to die. Breaking out into a sweat just re-telling it.

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Mugged by monkeys

In a place called Monkeys Temple in Kathmandu...It was a beautiful peaceful place in the jungle…. There was sign that said… do not feed the monkeys in another language. So that does not apply to me and fed them cookies...About 100 monkeys came… then the big monkeys were beating on the little ones, I said, Stop! NO MORE COOKIES..

Then traveled 2 km up to the Groceries store..They followed me like the pied piper, begging. Got to the store bought a big bag full of Groceries.

They were waiting for me outside all this time. Set the bag in the bike rack, then one monkeys started bending my back wheel. As I was prying him off…, this biggest monkey grabbed my bag… he started walking off with it. Since I am a starving hippy and know Tae kwon Do. I grabbed his tail… He freaked, and then threw the bag up in the air.

Then... the bag smashed!!! Spreading the food everywhere, rolling apples and bananas went in all different directions… Monkeys were grabbing food from everywhere, I went BARK raving mad. . keeeyiiii kyii then the other side... keeii yaah. I KICKED THE BIGGEST monkeys so hard,.. it would have knocked any man out…. But he bounce back up,… Holly Fu*k.

Half my food was gone, so hovered over the remaining bag of food. This monkey kept jumping up and down on my back,eekkkek...eeeekkk trying to bite me on the neck. I kept punching him in the face every time he tried to bite my neck. The store keeper was rolling on the ground laughing his head off…. GET THIS MONKEY OFF.

Store keeper- Verry very sorry, I can't help you, it's too funny.

I can get hurt on your property

Store keeper , then sue the Monkey.

Mugged by monkeys

In a place called Monkeys Temple in Kathmandu...It was a beautiful peaceful place in the jungle…. There was sign that said… do not feed the monkeys in another language. So that does not apply to me and fed them cookies...About 100 monkeys came… then the big monkeys were beating on the little ones, I said, Stop! NO MORE COOKIES..

Then traveled 2 km up to the Groceries store..They followed me like the pied piper, begging. Got to the store bought a big bag full of Groceries.

They were waiting for me outside all this time. Set the bag in the bike rack, then one monkeys started bending my back wheel. As I was prying him off…, this biggest monkey grabbed my bag… he started walking off with it. Since I am a starving hippy and know Tae kwon Do. I grabbed his tail… He freaked, and then threw the bag up in the air.

Then... the bag smashed!!! Spreading the food everywhere, rolling apples and bananas went in all different directions… Monkeys were grabbing food from everywhere, I went BARK raving mad. . keeeyiiii kyii then the other side... keeii yaah. I KICKED THE BIGGEST monkeys so hard,.. it would have knocked any man out…. But he bounce back up,… Holly Fu*k.

Half my food was gone, so hovered over the remaining bag of food. This monkey kept jumping up and down on my back,eekkkek...eeeekkk trying to bite me on the neck. I kept punching him in the face every time he tried to bite my neck. The store keeper was rolling on the ground laughing his head off…. GET THIS MONKEY OFF.

Store keeper- Verry very sorry, I can't help you, it's too funny.

I can get hurt on your property

Store keeper , then sue the Monkey.

Ok, so this is weird on a non-believer/skeptic board, but here's my scary story.

When I was a very young child, about four or five, we lived in a relatively new subdivision in Florida that had been built as many such subdivisions were over reclaimed and drained wetland. I had a TERRIBLE time sleeping. I had vivid nightmares.I had visions of weird stuff like my whole room being full of tropical fish like I was in a fish tank (ok, that was actually cool and I enjoyed it) but I also woke up multiple times from fitful sleeps where I had the impression I was hearing party type conversation from the other rooms of the house and then someone was calling my name right in my ear. I'd wake up and BOLT for my parent's bedroom, which may have delayed the eventual onset of my baby brother by at least a year or two.

My worst "night terror" was when I felt like I woke up one night and I saw these very vivid shadows on my bedroom wall. There was a bear and a boy. The bear was advancing towards the boy. Then a man appeared with a shotgun. He shot the bear. Then he shot the boy. Then he turned the gun on me. At that point, I panicked and the next thing I knew, I woke up in my parents' bed that morning.

Some years later, when we were talking about all the houses we had lived in (my father moved us around a lot in those years) I said I didn't like that one house very much. It was scary at night. My baby brother (who was about 3 when he left that house) said then he didn't like it either because of the bear and the man with the gun that kept coming into his room at night.

I’m living in the aftermath of my greatest fear coming to reality. There’s nothing more to be scared of.

When we were young, our Father used to take us for a ride to visit "Charlie no Face." The ride was down a dark county road. In the early evening, Charlie would be walking along the road. My father would pull up and say, "Hi, Charlie. How are you?" Charlie would keep his back to the car as he did not want to frighten people. As a child, an accident had horribly burned and disfigured his face. Charlie would say, "Is that you, Bill?" At that point my father would hand him some cigarettes. Charlie was grateful. Although the trip was terrifying, we learned at an early age the need to be compassionate and generous.
Here is an article on Charlie from the local paper.
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Sorry its so long...

Mine happened in the Military... (12 years before 9/11) way on back in 1989 I went through Navy AOCS (An Officer And A Gentleman) and got my commission and presto was a young college educated Navy Ensign idiot in flight training! I was on the 'navigator' side of things because of eyesight.
As you go along there are significant steps... you get to request carrier planes, or land based like P3's...

So there was a party (frequently!) and while tooling around I bumped into a guy from my original AOCS class from maybe 3 months back. I'd never really chatted with the guy or hung out with him. Vaguely remembered he'd graduated from some seminary college. In fact my only real contact with him had been when we had boxing in AOCS, we'd been the same weight and actually fought for a round. I can proudly admit I beat him around the ring for 2 or 3 minutes! (Not like I'm awesome... the 3rd guy in our weight group beat the snot out of me!)

He seemed like a really calm guy, and I figured he would want to go multi-engined land based.
So at the party I asked him if he'd put in for land based, and he answered with a very firm "No!!!"

Well, now to dig a little! "Really? What jet do you want?"

He instantly retorted "Oh, A6 Intruders all the way!"

Now, a little background. The old Intruder was still around, but it was pretty clear the Navy wasn't keeping her around for long. But they still had a bunch of Prowlers, the 4 seat electronic warfare plane. Everyone in flight school back then knew for every person going to Intruders, there were a several students going to Prowlers.

I ask "Intruders or Prowlers? The bomber or ele..."

And he cuts me off. "Oh the Intruder. Definitely the Intruder. The bomber all the way. In fact if I don't get Intruders I'm not sure what I'll do."

So I have to know... what's the big deal, because everyone in the military knows, it's not your needs that matter but the needs of the military. If the Navy needs 4 guys to go sit and stare at radar scopes in the belly of E2 Hawkeye radar planes this week, guess where you and your 3 classmates graduating this week are all going? So I asked him why Intruders were so important...

"Well, the Intruder carries the heaviest bomb load of all the Navy aircraft. It's the choice platform for delivery against ground based targets... and I want to be in Intruders so I can kill the most non-believers in the coming holy war."

I BLEW UP LAUGHING! I mean holy shit it was hilarious. It was like something straight out a Python flick! It was... and...
HOLY SHIT HE'S SERIOUS!

The guy I beat up in boxing is not being funny at all and he is not pleased that I'm laughing in his face. Clearly he is a little frustrated he thought I was someone who possibly had similar view and WHY WOULD HE THINK THAT. How in the hell do I get away from this freak?

This dude, in 1989, joined the military with the clear intent to be there and press the button on 'non-believers'. Good grief. Most of the dudes I knew back then would say something like "Look, it was Stripes or Top Gun, and I went Top Gun because I'm pretty sure the EM50 was hollywood bs!" But this guy literally wants to kill non-christians. With bombs. And he has a freaking plan.

I was totally freaked when I realized my laughing aggravated him. Chilled even more when the gravity of his plan, and how often he must have thought of this really sank in.

as an adult, or a child? I guess the one from my childhood that stands out would do.

It was 1976, and I was three, and my brother was eight. My mom had to run into the local pharmacy, and left us in the car, locking the doors, and telling us to 'sit on the horn if anyone tried to get in'. Since this was nothing unusual, we just sat in the front seat of the '69 Catalina and played. But it wasn't long before this man came up to the car, and started trying all the door handles. He was unkempt, and wildly giggled all the handles, one after the other. As a very small child, I was a literalist - so I turned my butt to the steering wheel, and SAT on the horn like I'd been told to do!

It sounds funny in retrospect, but those were some scary times. Looking back, that could have easily been the end of me and my brother, if those doors hadn't been locked.

Then I had to pay taxes

When I was a kid my parents took us to the drive in to see the boggie creek monster. I must of been about 8 yrs old. That movie scared the crap out of myself and my two brothers. We lived on a river. All these years later I can still get a little spooked in the woods.