Conor
the over analysing guy
- Joined
- Aug 17, 2011
- Location
- South Wales
I'm not sure if this thread has been done before, I apologize if it has but here goes.
Here, post your story about the most scared you have ever been, it doesn't necessarily have to be paranormal, and it doesn't matter if what scared you turned out to be nothing scary at all shortly afterwards. I'll start
In the summer of '09 the new cool place to hang out was a derelict house that we discovered that same summer, my group, as well as a lot of other groups would often hang out, meet up, break and climb these old broken down houses (there was two, one dark creepy one with debris everywhere, and another, taller one that was almost completely decimated) but anyway, one day, me and three other friends were exploring a new room in the first house, that nobody had ventured in before, it was too dark, while waiting to meet up with some friends, we found our way through this room, and found another room, lit up by a singular ray of sun leaking through a crack in the roof, naturally we started looking around for anything interesting, and looking at graffiti on the walls left by previous visiters, completely forgetting we had friends to meet up with.
Very suddenly we heard what can only be described as a high-pitched banshee scream come from the pitch black room previously mentioned, needless to say all of us were terrified, frozen in fear, the girl in the group started crying, and the rest of us hid, after seconds that seemed like hours, I finally decided to go and investigate, stick in hand I go into the pitch black room.
It was my friend, anon, who was with some other friends, all of them in hysterics at the sight of me wielding a stick, ready to stab, looking terrified -.-
What did you guys think of my story? I'd really like to hear yours as it's a big interest of mine
Here, post your story about the most scared you have ever been, it doesn't necessarily have to be paranormal, and it doesn't matter if what scared you turned out to be nothing scary at all shortly afterwards. I'll start
In the summer of '09 the new cool place to hang out was a derelict house that we discovered that same summer, my group, as well as a lot of other groups would often hang out, meet up, break and climb these old broken down houses (there was two, one dark creepy one with debris everywhere, and another, taller one that was almost completely decimated) but anyway, one day, me and three other friends were exploring a new room in the first house, that nobody had ventured in before, it was too dark, while waiting to meet up with some friends, we found our way through this room, and found another room, lit up by a singular ray of sun leaking through a crack in the roof, naturally we started looking around for anything interesting, and looking at graffiti on the walls left by previous visiters, completely forgetting we had friends to meet up with.
Very suddenly we heard what can only be described as a high-pitched banshee scream come from the pitch black room previously mentioned, needless to say all of us were terrified, frozen in fear, the girl in the group started crying, and the rest of us hid, after seconds that seemed like hours, I finally decided to go and investigate, stick in hand I go into the pitch black room.
It was my friend, anon, who was with some other friends, all of them in hysterics at the sight of me wielding a stick, ready to stab, looking terrified -.-
What did you guys think of my story? I'd really like to hear yours as it's a big interest of mine