I'm not talking about when you got scared or when something happened you got really scared.
I'm talking about a moment when you was absolutely petrified with fear not everybody had those moments but if you had tell me about it?
my moment was when i woke up and I couldn't move then a massive amount of fear hit me out of nowhere, then something got right behind me and start breathing on my neck it sounded like a massive man the breath was really hot. everytime I think about that my eyes get watery because it was that terrifying. I never been that terrified in my life
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I think for me the closest would be when I had my first seizure.
I didn't have control over my own body- legs falling out from under me, and my arms and legs jerking.
And with my uncle saying he thought I was having a stroke.. He said to call my dad and to see a doctor and I did, and I just started crying because I didn't know what was wrong with me.
Slipping in and out of consciousness, I'd be on the phone with my dad and then I'd be being carried into an ambulance. In an ambulance and then in halls. Had no idea what was going on. I'd have no idea what happened when I came to, and when I did and people told me what happened, including something I apparently said, I had no memory. Slept forever after.
Felt like shit and looked like shit, 0/10 do not recommend.0
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A few days ago I headed out on a motorcycle ride in the middle of a thunderstorm. It's night time , 5C.
I thought I layered enough , everything went great but suddenly 2 hours into the roadtrip I realised... I couldn't feel my hands. I tried flexing it , squeezing , nothing... numb.
I pulled off into some village , took off my glove... my hands were dead white , I huddled next to my bike's exhaust , trying to warm them up , to bring them back to life , it worked somewhat but the air is getting colder still , 2C , and I'm absolutely drenched , two things you REALLY don't want if you want to stay alive. I was running out of the gas , if I don't fill up and head home , I know I'm gonna die , so... I put on my gloves , and just bruteforced it to the next town to fill up. I took shelter in a public toilet , trying to warm my hands again with the hand-dryer , the hand-dryer blew room-temperature air out... 1C. I couldn't even undo the zipper on my jacket , things were looking grim. My body is still warm but my hands and my feet, I couldn't feel them.
Time was running short.
I got on my bike again and made the final stretch of 150km home.
By the time I got home I've pretty much lost all dexterity in my hands. If I were out for an hour or longer... I probably would have hooks for hands.
Luckily... in the times of need , Dominhoes never fail to deliver.
A quick 12' spicy pizza later , all is well.0