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Back in '99, I was renting a room in a large flat with another guy. I had been off work that day and picked up a copy of the newly released hardback copy of the Thomas Harris novel 'Hannibal.'
Having made my way home, I hunkered down to read the book. By about 5pm, I saw my flatmate head out to work at his job as a bartender. Since I had the place to myself, I moved through to the living room to stretch out on the sofa.
By midnight, I decided to call it a day. I crossed the corridor to the bathroom to brush my teeth before going to bed.
As I came out of the bathroom, I turned down the corridor and saw a young woman standing at the other end, her head turned to the side looking directly in to my room.
I froze, terrified.
Then, she turned to me and said 'Oh, hi.' then turned back to look straight into my room again.
Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my flatmate appear from his room.
'Oh, hi man, just popped in to get some stuff. See ya.'
As they left, his girlfriend pointed to what I now realised was my closed bedroom door and remarked that she liked all the posters I had on it.

What's the scariest thing that ever happened to you?

I attended a friend's wedding in the IDS tower in downtown Minneapolis. Several of us went into an empty room because it would have a good view of the city.

We went over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and pulled back the curtains a bit. Looked at all the "ants" down on the sidewalks below. A friend wanted a better look, so I scooted to the right and leaned forward a bit, putting my hand on a vertical beam behind the curtain.

The beam started moving forward!

I thought it was the window swinging open, and I was about to take a long, quick trip.

Turns out someone had stored some boards against the beam, hiding them behind the curtain.

Randy wrote: "I attended a friend's wedding in the IDS tower in downtown Minneapolis. Several of us went into an empty room because it would have a good view of the city.

We went over to the floor-to-ceiling wi..."

Just googled the IDS tower. You wouldn't have got me in the building, let alone near the windows.

llibrro wrote: "When I was about 15 we had this mangy old dog that was always hanging around our house so my dad told me and my little brother Ray to take it out to the landfill and shoot it and bury it. We tied t..."


I hope you are really fucking proud of yourself, tough guy!!!

Oh, he wasn't dead yet.

Omg sick!

I'm so shocked I can't type my story, get out of the group freak

Anyone who would do this to a defenseless dog is a coward.
If you think this is funny you have a really fucked up sense of humour.

llibrro wrote: "When I was about 15 we had this mangy old dog that was always hanging around our house so my dad told me and my little brother Ray to take it out to the landfill and shoot it and bury it. When we g..."

What an absolute ahole you are. If I ever meet you I will do the same to you. If it was my beautiful black Labrador, well it will take some time.
Can we get this scumbag off the site please?

As presented to our Moderator, Charlene earlier this morning

Charlene,
I'm truly sorry for offending the other HA members and anyone else who happened to read my story. The story is purely fictitious and is based on an old yarn my grandmother once told me, but, given this is the HA section, I thought I'd spice it up a bit for all the horror lovers we have here. In the original, the dog runs up and down the round, up the hill, down the hill, across the field, etc., etc. back to the boys and then falls over. At this stage one of the folks sitting around the table will invariably say "Dead!?" And then comes the punchline: "No. He was just out of gas." And everybody laughs. Apparently none of the HA readers got that far or perhaps didn't get the joke. It is a rather morbid tale but I figured if anyone would get it it would be one of us who enjoys reading tales of this ilk, many of which involve acts performed on living creatures that are much more horrific and terrible than this. I realize now that rule #5 forbids this type of talk, and I'm truly sorry for my violation and oversight. It won't happen again.
Most sincerely,
Llibrro

Thank you for your apology and explanation, llibrro.

I've deleted the posts and consider the matter settled at this time, in light of your previous fine behavior and contributions to HA.

Llibrro I for one accept your apology and perhaps in hindsight I overreacted.
Accept your explanation as an attempt at black humour.
Well done sir as it takes a brave man to accept he is wrong and apologiese.

Steve wrote: "Llibrro I for one accept your apology and perhaps in hindsight I overreacted.
Accept your explanation as an attempt at black humour.
Well done sir as it takes a brave man to accept he is wrong and ..."
No worries. I was out of line.

I don't think you were out of line, I think it was just a matter of a joke not translating well into print.

I'm just a little sensitive about animals/children being victims in horror. I avoid books that have this type of material if I know it will be there. I love justified gore............the Hound is my favorite fictional character because he can rip the entrails from a would-be rapist with such skill and aplomb.

Sorry for not getting the joke.

No need for apologies, except on my part. But thank you anyway. I'm actually a dog lover myself. I have a big goofy chocolate lab named Blue and he's my best friend.

1. Almost being accidentally electrocuted when I was a teenager. (Long story.)

2. Hearing (then, seeing) a bull running right toward me. We had a farm in back of us, when I was growing up. My nephew and I were running into the house for dinner. The bull heard us, I heard the heavy clomping of hooves, and ran faster. There was a barbed wire fence between the farm and our property, but I was still scared that might not stop him!

When I was 28, my left lung collapsed. Due to the symptoms, I thought I was having a heart attack, but I had pneumonia in the lining of my lung. I spent the next twelve days in hospital. Later on, I heard that if the hospital had been just a few blocks further... well, I never would have gotten around to House of Leaves after all.

When I was in my twenties and not as cautious a driver as I am now, I was tooling down an expressway too fast in the rain and hydroplaned across three lanes of traffic. I will never forget the adrenaline coursing through my body and how it felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest. I think I left part of it on the road.

Back in the eighties after the McDonald's massacre in California I was in a McD's drive thru waiting to place my order and someone drove past and parked in the space near the front of my car. I saw a person dressed from head to toe in black ninja garb and a weapon strapped across his/her chest. I sat there so frightened I couldn't move and accepted that I was going to die. Then he/she walked past and into the McDonald's for some Halloween party in the basement part of the building. I had forgotten it was Halloween. I really thought "this is the end, my friend."

This is silly now but when I was a teen there was a clap of thunder a thousand times louder and longer than I had ever heard and I swear I truly thought it was the end of the world and Revelation was at hand.

Last year I woke up with my body tingling from head to toe with electricity and the room was spinning and I couldn't control my body and I just knew I was having a stroke. I was so heartbroken that I wasn't going to see my son grow up or, if I survived as a vegetable, would not be a part of his life. I woke my husband up to have him call 911. About the time they arrived I realized that earlier in the afternoon I took some Delsum for a bad cough and had and accidentally taken another medicine with the same ingredients, then I forgot about these and had a beer when we were out talking with the neighbors. So, I didn't die or become a veggie and embarrassed myself in front of the paramedics who looked at me like I was some bored, unhappy, frumpy housewife who almost OD'd on Mother's Little Helpers.