Bittersweet Candy Bowl

Have you ever had a moment in your life where you just had the ever loving shit scared out of you? You know, not just a little “eep!” scare but a “HOLY SHIT!!” scare?

I remember this one time where I was at my aunts place, and my room was at the top of the stairs. It was in the middle of the night, all of the lights where off, and I had to pee like a MoFo. So I made my way out of my room and down the hall to the stairs. At that moment, I thought to myself, “Who were the smart people who decided not to put a light switch at the bottom AND top of a stair case?!”

So I began to slide my feet in the general direction of the stairs, and somehow my toes got caught in the carpet.

My feet bent forward to stop the pain in my bent toes, which made my leg lose it’s balance, shooting me down the stairs. I only had a split second to shout “OH SHI-!” before I began tumbling down the stairs and smashing face first into the wall at the bottom, knocking me out.

I wasn’t discovered ‘till the next morning, when my aunt found me fast asleep against the wall… Go figure.

Yea i had one where i was playing doom 3 and some guy came around the corner and fucked me up with a rocketlauncher and i was like “HOLY SHIT HAX” and i literally jumped from my chair

Yup, happened 4 years ago.

I was just browsing a forum I frequently visited when a topic caught my eye. The topic read “Jingle Bells in reverse” and no replies have been posted yet so I decided to check the link out. Waited for the flash to load (dial-up days) and clicked the play button. Jingle Bells played normally and then another button came up to play it in reverse. Clicked it, listened really carefully with the volume way up. I thought to myself “It sounds like an Arab speaking” and then a negative’d face showed up and a scream blared from the speakers. I let out a worried cry, quickly turned the monitor off and darted away from the PC, trembling in fear.

@Skyline
That’s a daily thing for me.

My friends and I watched a fucking load of scary movies and couldn’t sleep so they told me to go for my BB gun and when I was returning to te room for some reason my dad was coming into te house with an axe (dont ask it was 11 pm and till this day I dunno Why he came at that time or with an axe) yea you must have figured by now I almost crapped my pants when I saw a dude come in at 11 pm with an axe oh and the BB gun has the safety shit when I tried shooting I gt the shit scared out of me

I believe OH SHIT was the last thing that went through my mind before I smashed into the pavement, over my handlebars when my front wheel literally EXPLODED on me (Not the tire, the wheel itself. Spokes went flying and my bike stopped pretty quickly.) Fortunately I had the good sense to land on my forearms instead of my hands or I would have probably broken both my wrists. Instead I just had a sprained wrist and a cracked elbow.

@Skyline: I remember that one, it was my first experience with a screamer. Whenever I suspect a video of being one now I always turn the volume down really low to watch it through once before I go back and check it with regular volume

There used to be a huge fullbody mirror in the hallway just opposite my bedroom door, that I would forget about occasionally. I had just pulled a delightful Ghost Hunters marathon (and I am easily influenced), gone to bed and woken up in the middle of the night to get myself a glass of water.
This was one of these forgetful nights when I didn’t remember there being a mirror opposite my door. My own reflection scared the hell out off me in a moment of half-awake realization of there being another person appearing out of thin air right in front of me.
Suffice to say I decided on no more GH after midnight.

Last oh shit moment i had was forgetting my bank card in the machine, i raced back toit only to find it being pulled in, had to get a new the next day so i could pay rent, i was so pissed and yelled to the top ofmy lungs unspeakable things, considering it was at my work not my best idea

I have been able to successfully conclude that my life doesn’t contain near enough drama and suspense. It’s just daisies and ponies everywhere. ^_^

Mind you, when it does turn around, I’m in for a whopping big shock.

The time I woke up with a saw on my hand and no idea how I got it, or how I was on a float in the middle of a lake.

please tell me there wasn’t blood everywhere

I see ghosts o.o More like sense them. But that’s not the point.

It’s a usual thing. So I don’t think I get much of a scare these days. There was once a time though where I really got freaked to the point of HOLY @#$%!!!

Probably back in 2003, a friend of mine who i considered my mentor, was teaching me how to use sound system and other DJ equipment. While he was showing me some records, I got this weird feeling. We were btw at his place.

I felt something looking at me. Like someone else was home, even though it was only him and I. So I kept listening to the records, but I got curious and I look over my shoulder, which also caught his attention at what I could be looking, so…. we both behind us and on the hallway that takes you to the bedrooms, we saw a white figure that was peeking and taking a look at us. It looked like a man, with deep blue eyes, that could see through you.

So at that point, we were like OH SHI—…. then just bursted out and ran out of the house ASAP. I don’t I’ve ever moved so quick in my life.

We were in disbelief of what we saw, but what if it wasn’t a ghost, just someone who broke in. So we decided to grab anything we could find and go take on the SOB. So we went in Braveheart style, but there was nothing. Only a broken record on the floor where that man was looking at us. My friend had apparently thrown one of the records before we bolted out of there.

We searched the house, but there was nothing. No broken doors, windows, no signs of anything missing or anyone else being there. Now that SHI— there was messed up.

Sonds like something my friend had happen to him.

He was staying in a house in Boston that was known to be “Haunted” (He was a non-believer at the time). He was staying upstairs watching TV, the rest of his family was downstairs. Near him was a small circular table with a plastic cup on it. Said cup suddenly started to turn clockwise around the table, going faster and faster until it suddenly just stopped, made one turn counter-clockwise, then threw itself across the room.

Wicked.

i tink ihad an oh shi- when i was around 7

i was playing outside in the school program when i ran up to somebody and shoted “boo!” then i trmed my back and a person jumped on my back and made me fall forward scathing the other guy on the chest

i got in trouble after lunch and i have never forgiven the guy who jumped on my back

do not judge me

I was going over a jump on my bike, the front tire fell off and I came down over the handlebars and the front of the bike bounced and almost stabbed me to death.

Crossedeyfreak I think your OH SHI- is when lucy chopped off your dick.

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I like to go hiking sometimes and living in a very hilly area means lots of potential spots in which to hike. A few months backs I’m hiking in a nearby regional park when I spot a snake resting under the roots of a tree. I know enough about snakes to recognize that it’s not a rattlesnake so I pull out my camera phone to get a good close up picture of it. The snake doesn’t seem to mind at all so I take the photo and continue walking up the path while I began to mess with my phone to add a new background. While I’m distracted with this not a dozen feet away I step on another snake that was resting in the middle of the path. Apparently it didn’t appriciate being stepped on at it took a snap at my leg before I jumped back about eight feet at it quickly slithered away giving me just enough time to notice that this snake did have a rattle and was venomous. Oh S$%T moment was right about at this point and was followed by about 15 or so seconds of panic before realizing that I hadn’t actually been bitten.

Before my great grandfather died, he took my family on an Alaskan cruise. We stopped to tour one of the cities. I went to go use the bathroom and, because I am an idiot, decided that taking off my ID which you cannot get back on the boat without would be a good idea. We walked about a mile down the street and we were taking a picture next to the boat when my mom asked where my ID was. I freaked out and ran all the back to the resteraunt, only to find that the ID wasn’t there. I was walking sadly out of the resteraunt when a shopkeeper stopped me and asked if I was looking for something. I said yes and he asked my name. I told him and he said he had found my ID, which he then returned.

A few years ago, when The Ring was on, i saw the original version in Japanese (Ringu) along with my sis, we started at 10:30 PM so the movie ended at 12 Am or so. When the movie was over, there was a special movie with the content of the cursed video, so we saw it. When the video ended, the phone ringed. My sis and me stare each other and said almost at the same time “HOLY SHIT” (i did in English, my sis in Spanish “No manches&rdquo I walked to the phone, picked up and i said hello?…the response was: “Dear costumer, remember that your phone bill will be next to come, so we suggest you to pay the..”

FFFUUU!!! Was the F* At&T. After that, i laugh a lot and so my sis too.

When I was…oh, somewhere prior to ten, maybe five or seven, I made the mistake of watching The Thing. And I’m not referring to the original, black and white one with the space vegetable man. I’m talking about the gory 1982 Kurt Russell remake.

Now I recently re-watched the movie, and it’s not nearly as scary to me as it was before. Still plenty gross, though.

But when I first watched the Thing…if there’s such a thing as high-octane nightmare fuel, this was it. Slimy, shapeless, fleshy abominations bursting out of a dog (and not like with chestbursters either; I mean THE ENTIRE CANINE) like a bloody organic paper bag. A guy’s head getting cut off before sprouting spider legs and trying to wander off…but not before his chest suddenly splits into a giant razor-toothed hell maw, complete with demonic screeching. The whole idea behind the titular Thing was that it had no inherent form, could copy the DNA of any organism, and that every part of it was, in fact, a separate animal. This meant that, of course, it could hide as anyone or any animal before bursting out in the most horrifyingly gruesome and painful manner imaginable, looking like whatever was most calculated to ignite the most primal fears in the audience per shot. It was rather traumatizing; for years my top ten list of “horror-inducing terrors that I never wanted to see again as long as I lived” was completely dominated by this one film. Just seeing the video cover gave me the creeps.

Memories of the film faded over time, thankfully. By the time I decided to watch it again, I only had this hazy recollection of a centipede-like monstrosity climbing up into an air vent…after the other half of it had been blown to pieces.

But that one husky…*shudder*