Well I don't know if being young mad it fearful or what but it's stuck in my mind. I was sleeping in the living room with a friend and I was around 7 or 8. We were having a sleep over and wanted to stay up late watching James Bond movies so we didn't go into my room. I woke up and looked over behind the couch and there was this headless man in a suite. Kind of broad almost like an athlete. I just laided there. I looked over at my friend and asked if she had seen. She said she had but acted later as if she was just going along and didn't want to be left out. My aunt told me at the time that in the morning people just see things nothing is there. I later learned that there was things in the house she just had not wanted to scare me. I didn't feel fear or hostility from the man, he disapeared and I was more shocked then anything. I was more calm then I should have been after but the initial site of him was the scary part.

when was i the most scared???

two way tie between the time my son Nick disappeared at an outdoor event when he was about 2

and the time Colin disappeared in Wal-Mart again around the age of 2.

if you mean something that i cant explain it would be the

time i heard someone (something /unsure.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':unsure:' /> ) knock on

the 2nd floor window of the room i was in. i was frozen

in fear. when i could finally move and looked out the

window of coures no one or nothing was there.

(it was winter, the window overlooked the porch,

the snow on the roof was untouched)

I think what I put earlier is my second most scared. The first was also paranormal lol. I was in Jr high I think. Maybe beginning of high school. I was laying in bed with all the covers off since it was hot and my feet were at the very end of the bed. I was asleep and all of a sudden I feel a hand grab my feet fast and with alot of pressure. So, of course, I shoot up in bed look around and no one is there. So even though it was hot I slide my feet under the covers lol. i don't know what it would have done but it made me feel better. My heart was beating like crazy.

Watching that new movie "The fourth kind" lol, does that count?

Ok, for real,

911, obviously.

The time I saw a red translucent face right next to mine, it had no eyes!!! Scary, but I am over it finally. Took me like over 10 years to get over it though.

A time where I think a ghost was obviously screwing with me- thought he was a real person at the time though, seriously though he was going to kill me.

When I found out my fiance' might have a brain tumor.

And when I though my grandmother was calling my house then realized that she was dead. Not paranormal though, just scared myself.

From the ages of 12 to 17, my summers were a nightmare.

My father passed away when I was eleven, my older siblings moved out so it was just my mother and I. It began a year after my father's passing. At random times, late at night during the summers our neighbor would happen to look out her window to see why our dog was barking to see a man trying to break into our house through the basement window. She, instead of calling the police would call our house first to alert us, scaring off the man when he heard the phone ringing. He would run off before anyone could catch him. And of course it was too dark, her eyesight too poor to get a good description to identify him.

It was a mystery to us as to why anyone would be so persistent trying to get into our house while we were home. This happened at random times and for years. I could only imagine it was someone intent on doing us harm. An axe murder maybr. I felt so helpless, we never knew when he would strike, what his intent was. I would have anxiety attacks over this and couldn't sleep at night. But of course, the nights I could fall asleep seems like the nights that he would come. With my father gone, my older brothers out of the house, I felt so alone and vulnerable. It got to the point where I dreaded summers.

Finally, the summer I turned 17. Our German sheppard died. My brother's drunkard (and general substance abuser) loser friend commented "Well, who's going to bark at me now when I'm sleeping it off in your yard?" Apparently this dork would get drunk at the bar down the street and come to our house after closing, thinking my brother still lived their, wanting a place to crash. So he tried to get in our basement rather than knock on the door so he wouldn't disturb my mom. My brother and his friends used to hang out in our basement. So I guess it a was place of comfort to him.

When asked why he ran when the phone rang, he said he thought it was his mother calling looking for him. And this guy was in his 20s.

Well, that was the phantom of my summers. /dry.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':unsure:' />

Well I suppose this is as good a place as any to submit my first post and thanks to all you good folks for sharing your experiences.

If we're talking terror or fear in general, then my experiences in the military with hostile forces had to be the most terrifying experiences of my life.

Beyond that, The only time I was really afraid of the unknown was a common phobia for kids in my basement. At about 11 or 12 I had recorded an evp in the basement of my house of what sounded like a seriously mad growl, not an animal type sound, more like what you would think an angry demon would sound like. This was no whisper either. Whether or not the actual recording was of a family member or friend messing with me or not is to this day unknown and no one ever admitted to it. Keep in mind this was the late 70's and movies like the Exorcist were huge. What spurred the experiment was a tv show on the paranormal, so I'm sure my mind had been primed for this to begin with. Anyway, ever since I heard the recording, and to be honest, I don't know when the fear actually ceased, I was terrified to be in the basement alone and especially when my back was to it coming up the stairs. I was sure there was something in that basement. Psychological or Paranormal? To this day I have no clue, but it scared the hell out of me as a kid.

I think that incident was the spurring moment for my study of the paranormal, occult and related subjects.

All to frequently, I see shadows, hear voices and bangs, knocks and alike. I live in a 145 year old house within a mile of 3 cemeteries, two of which are civil war era. I treat potential paranormal activity in my home like I treat my wifes cats. If it's annoying I tell it so by admonishing it for bothering me. I honestly have no idea if my house is haunted and don't really care if it is. Odd things happen and I have a vivid imagination. But if it is, the spirits are benign and more than welcome to stay.

A quick comment on the turkey theory. I have to say I agree. I've heard turkeys who were being chased at night and they can sound like hell on horseback if you've never experienced it. I'm not saying it had to be that, but it does fit the description.

And don't feel bad, I was once startled and knocked on my arse by an owl flying extremely low when he buzzed me. For a split second I thought a wraith was coming to take me to hell. /tongue.png' class='bbc_emoticon' alt=':mellow:' />