Ever been stuck in an "unnerving" situation?

RFW said:
No. The mounted tac light for this gun didn't fit in my favorite holster. That's what made it worse and I didn't even have a lighter.
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Mounted tac lights usually add too much to a concealable firearm. That's why I prefer this one-6 in. long & easily carried on the off side (600 Lumens - enough to blind an attacker):

SureFire G2ZX CombatLight 600 Lumen Tactical Flashlight with 4 Extra Surefire CR123A and Lightjunction Battery Case
 

I was driving on Sunset Boulevard from Beverly Hills and was approaching a cross-street (Doheny Drive) into what is now called West Hollywood. Instead of continuing on, I stopped before the cross-street. The person riding with me asked why I had stopped. Honestly, I just thought I should; no, I was sure I should. Waited a little bit longer, and then a car came speeding up the cross-street, spun around several times in front of me, and zoomed back down the cross street. Then did it again.

After the second time, I drove on through.
 
Gaer said:
Yup!
My scariest: Driving up the Yukon solo, I lost my way. (no map) The only way I could get back to the Alcan highway was to climb this huge, sharp craggy mountain, thousands of feet high. It started out gravel but quickly became mud, snow, ice as it narrowed. No guard rails; couldn't see the edge. It took all day and all night. Snowing heavily. I'd pull over to the cliff as far as I could to let the lumber trucks by and even then we would both have to pull in our mirrors.
It was thousands of feet high when the last truck squeaked by (with his tires on the mountain side), My Toyota Forerunner was at a sharp angle. I felt the earth crumbling under the truck. My front right wheel was in the air. It wasn't a comfortable angle. It was WAY TOO MUCH of an angle!
Opened my driver door and stuck my hand out with my purse,( So they could identify the body if it came to that) I scooted over to the side edge of the seat and stretched my right arm and leg to manuver the gas and steering wheel. It was a balancing act! If it slanted even an inch more, I was going to jump! Don't know how I made it back on the road (must have been my angels) but I made it! It was night now and snowing hard! Icy. No visability. I had to roll down the window to reach out and feel the side of the mountain, as the sky and road were one. At the very top of the mountain, there was a big sign, "Welcome to Highway to Hell Mountain!" You got THAT right!
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Oh dear, that was frightening. Of all the things I didn't have, I did have a map in the glovebox. I have a fear of getting lost.
 
Such good stories! I sincerely believe that as a race, we are equipped with a sort of radar for danger. I am convinced that I cheated death that night, in the story I shared. As a waitress, there were often dangerous men harassing me in my work. Several times they would drunkenly promise to come for me when I left work. I often took a taxi home.
 
My experience was unnerving, but "good" unnerving, if that exists.

I was visiting El Santuario Chimayo in New Mexico and went into the lovely little chapel to see the primitive-style religious paintings. I sat down in a pew and all of a sudden was hit with an overwhelming wave of sadness. I started crying silently and absolutely could not stop the tears. I couldn't even get up off the pew. I could only sit and cry. Then, slowly, a sense of "comfort" (for lack of else to call it) came over me and I stopped crying. I felt warmth and peace.

I'm not Catholic; I'm not even particularly religious (I consider myself more "spiritual" than "religious") and I've been in some of what are purported to be the holiest places on earth, but I have never felt what I felt in that little chapel.

So, I guess I was unnerved and then "re-nerved".

I wish I could say I came out of that experience a better person, but unfortunately, I was the same old me.
 
I had been studying at my house with my college girlfriend. There was a causeway that connected my home in Tampa to hers in Clearwater, FL (pic attached). We were on that causeway at night on the way to her home and a car came toward us in the wrong lane. He clipped us and our car spun around in circles for what seemed like forever. In my head I was thinking "we're going to die".

We were lucky that we were past the railings and had reached land. We ended up on the beach right next to the ocean. The guy that hit us only made it a small distance and the cops got him. Turns out he was completely strung out. This was an unnerving and "near death" experience that will stay with me forever.

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dseag2 said:
I had been studying at my house with my college girlfriend. There was a causeway that connected my home in Tampa to hers in Clearwater, FL (pic attached). We were on that causeway at night on the way to her home and a car came toward us in the wrong lane. He clipped us and our car spun around in circles for what seemed like forever. In my head I was thinking "we're going to die".

We were lucky that we were past the railings and had reached land. We ended up on the beach right next to the ocean. The guy that hit us only made it a small distance and the cops got him. Turns out he was completely strung out. This was an unnerving and "near death" experience that will stay with me forever.

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That was too close. Glad you made it out unscathed!
 
dseag2 said:
I had been studying at my house with my college girlfriend. There was a causeway that connected my home in Tampa to hers in Clearwater, FL (pic attached). We were on that causeway at night on the way to her home and a car came toward us in the wrong lane. He clipped us and our car spun around in circles for what seemed like forever. In my head I was thinking "we're going to die".

We were lucky that we were past the railings and had reached land. We ended up on the beach right next to the ocean. The guy that hit us only made it a small distance and the cops got him. Turns out he was completely strung out. This was an unnerving and "near death" experience that will stay with me forever.

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Glad that you were both OK!
 
Pinky said:
I won't go into great detail, as I've related this story before. Nightfall, crossing through school grounds, sense someone behind me. I'm attacked and fall on my knees at the bottom of a flight of stairs that go up to the street where my apartment building is. A polite young man picks up my glasses, puts them on my face. Then, hands me the package I dropped. Taking my hand, he asks me to go into a dark corner with him. I'm thinking "if I go with him, he's going to rape and kill me". I fake being hurt. I tell him "just go, I won't call the police". He's suddenly gone.

The police say he must have been a first offender - and that I was lucky.
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that is horrible. so sorry.
 
My little story isn't nearly as dramatic as those posted here, but I do remember being "unnerved" once in my own backyard. One morning I walked out of the house to do some weeding in the garden. The further I walked towards the garden the more anxious I felt and stopped about halfway. I started looking around, wondering what was spooking me but didn't see a thing. But the feeling got so strong that I just turned around and went back in the house. The weeds will still be there tomorrow!

I never did see anything wrong, but wonder if my angel was warning me about a poisonous snake in the garden or something.
 
i did think of one incident that was daylight but with evening approaching and not crowded. It was also not totally unexpected considering how my sister and i got to that place/time. May have shared this on the forum before. Summer 1966, i had been working for SCLC (MLK's group, voter registration and the like) My sister K joined me within a day of James Meredith being shot. The leadership was taking only the guys to join the other organizations in Memphis and complete Meredith's planned walk to Jackson Mississippi. But my sister, Jo Freeman (active in Berkley free speech movement), 2 other young SCLC workers and myself decided to go, and we used my sister's car.

The story of what happened when we first arrived is more one for women's history month. Our response when chewed out for showing up 'against instructions'. The story relevant to this thread is what i'll share now. The first few days i was doing a lot of necessary, behind the scenes support work at the March Headquarters, a church basement in Memphis. My sister was ferrying marchers to and from the march line in her car. Some people could only come for short periods--due to college, work commitments. When the march was closer to Jackson than Memphis i joined my sister, and actually walked a couple of days till a UTI benched me. Then i helped out where/when i could.

One evening i was riding with my sister as she transported a young couple back to Memphis, when County law enforcement officer stopped us for no good reason, except in his eyes--the couple were Black, we're white. When sis handed license and registration over he asks "Which of you is Frederick (last name)?" Sis and i responded 'He's our Dad' and she explained it was her first vehicle and had been registered in his name. He then told us to step out of car and wanted my ID as well. At the time all i had was a copy of my birth certificate, but that was good because it showed my father's name clearly. Still he said he had to check things out make sure we hadn't stolen the car etc.

This was on a stretch of Mississippi highway far from any towns with thick forests on either side. Those minutes standing there waiting for him to come back were probably the most 'unnerving' of my life--in part because all i could do is stand there---it would have been foolish to do anything else. i kept thinking about Goodman, Schwerner and Chaney murders in 1964. He finally came back and returned our IDs said we could go but added that there was an error on my birth certificate. I asked, "What's that?" "They got the race wrong" he says, spits on ground at my feet and turns abruptly on heel. It took every ounce of self-control i had not laugh in his face--held it till we were in car and he had driven off.

K suspected that they called Hillsborough county where car registered and found out not only was everything legit but our Dad was known in a good way by a lot of LEOs. As a HAM Radio Operator in Tampa he often helped out after hurricanes checking on people for out of state relatives and such.
 
Although I was afraid of the dark as a child, I never had the kind of experiences you all have had.

The was one strange incident about 2 or 3 years ago:
My friend and I going into a theater. The ticket taker, a little older lady, tore my friends ticket and then as she tore mine, she asked if "I was okay" .

I was shocked for a few seconds and just stared at her. Finally I said "of course". I asked her why and she mumbled something about me "going to be fine", but turned her eyes away.

I don't believe in psychics. Coincidences, yes but psychics, no. I think she drums up business this way.
 
feywon said:
i did think of one incident that was daylight but with evening approaching and not crowded. It was also not totally unexpected considering how my sister and i got to that place/time. May have shared this on the forum before. Summer 1966, i had been working for SCLC (MLK's group, voter registration and the like) My sister K joined me within a day of James Meredith being shot. The leadership was taking only the guys to join the other organizations in Memphis and complete Meredith's planned walk to Jackson Mississippi. But my sister, Jo Freeman (active in Berkley free speech movement), 2 other young SCLC workers and myself decided to go, and we used my sister's car.

The story of what happened when we first arrived is more one for women's history month. Our response when chewed out for showing up 'against instructions'. The story relevant to this thread is what i'll share now. The first few days i was doing a lot of necessary, behind the scenes support work at the March Headquarters, a church basement in Memphis. My sister was ferrying marchers to and from the march line in her car. Some people could only come for short periods--due to college, work commitments. When the march was closer to Jackson than Memphis i joined my sister, and actually walked a couple of days till a UTI benched me. Then i helped out where/when i could.

One evening i was riding with my sister as she transported a young couple back to Memphis, when County law enforcement officer stopped us for no good reason, except in his eyes--the couple were Black, we're white. When sis handed license and registration over he asks "Which of you is Frederick (last name)?" Sis and i responded 'He's our Dad' and she explained it was her first vehicle and had been registered in his name. He then told us to step out of car and wanted my ID as well. At the time all i had was a copy of my birth certificate, but that was good because it showed my father's name clearly. Still he said he had to check things out make sure we hadn't stolen the car etc.

This was on a stretch of Mississippi highway far from any towns with thick forests on either side. Those minutes standing there waiting for him to come back were probably the most 'unnerving' of my life--in part because all i could do is stand there---it would have been foolish to do anything else. i kept thinking about Goodman, Schwerner and Chaney murders in 1964. He finally came back and returned our IDs said we could go but added that there was an error on my birth certificate. I asked, "What's that?" "They got the race wrong" he says, spits on ground at my feet and turns abruptly on heel. It took every ounce of self-control i had not laugh in his face--held it till we were in car and he had driven off.

K suspected that they called Hillsborough county where car registered and found out not only was everything legit but our Dad was known in a good way by a lot of LEOs. As a HAM Radio Operator in Tampa he often helped out after hurricanes checking on people for out of state relatives and such.
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Damn that asshole.
 
This was unnerving; I'll find it & paste it here again:
When I got married in 1980, we bought a house in a "quiet" neighborhood. We couldn't have known that our next-door neighbors were drug dealers. I'm relaxing one evening & a loud motorcycle parks in front. I watch a guy around 6'10" & at least 400 lbs walk up to my front door & he starts pounding on it - really pounding, the whole wall is shaking.

Without opening the door (of course), I ask "Who is it?"

He yells, "Open the f-----g door or I'll break it down." (Obviously, he could - easily)

I grabbed my 12 Gauge, went back to the door & chambered a round (makes a loud noise) & yelled, "Did you hear that?"

He says, "Yeah, & I don't give a f--k......nobody rips me off."

That gave me a clue - he mistook my house for my next-door neighbor's house where he felt they ripped him off on a drug deal.
I said, "You don't want to die for nothing; you got the wrong house; your dealers are next door....leave while you're still breathing."
He went next door & I heard lots of yelling, then police showed up.

Just thinking of the mess 000 Buckshot would have made gave me nightmares.......
 
win231 said:
This was unnerving; I'll find it & paste it here again:
When I got married in 1980, we bought a house in a "quiet" neighborhood. We couldn't have known that our next-door neighbors were drug dealers. I'm relaxing one evening & a loud motorcycle parks in front. I watch a guy around 6'10" & at least 400 lbs walk up to my front door & he starts pounding on it - really pounding, the whole wall is shaking.

Without opening the door (of course), I ask "Who is it?"

He yells, "Open the f-----g door or I'll break it down." (Obviously, he could - easily)

I grabbed my 12 Gauge, went back to the door & chambered a round (makes a loud noise) & yelled, "Did you hear that?"

He says, "Yeah, & I don't give a f--k......nobody rips me off."

That gave me a clue - he mistook my house for my next-door neighbor's house where he felt they ripped him off on a drug deal.
I said, "You don't want to die for nothing; you got the wrong house; your dealers are next door....leave while you're still breathing."
He went next door & I heard lots of yelling, then police showed up.

Just thinking of the mess 000 Buckshot would have made gave me nightmares.......
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A guy that big you'd surely need a shotgun or two.
 
Devi said:
It's good to trust your instincts, and any "vibes" that you pick up. Very important.
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I agree though try to balance that aspect with being able to carry on living your life as you would wish as much as possible, (as you get older you maybe worry more about your vulnerability to assaults and I've only very occasionally had my instincts kick in telling me to get to a safer place!).
 
grahamg said:
I agree though try to balance that aspect with being able to carry on living your life as you would wish as much as possible, (as you get older you maybe worry more about your vulnerability to assaults and I've only very occasionally had my instincts kick in telling me to get to a safer place!).
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Okay, I get your point.

Although in my mind, worrying and being aware of perceptions are two different things, if you know what I mean.

Although I think we're saying the same thing!
 
Unnerving situations...one I recall was we(wife, 3 kids) camping our way back home from(don't recall) somewhere in N. Calif. We spent the night in the tent for some reason(we usually had a truck mounted camper. Well, I didn't get much sleep after several bears showed up outside the tent. I could hear them sniffing and moving close by. I was hugging my .38 revolver real tight. They finally left.
 
This happened to an aunt many years ago. She woke up in the middle of the night and could hear a thief rustling things in her bedside table. He froze when he realized she was awake, so she controlled her breathing so it seemed like she was sleeping. As soon as she knew he’d left the house, she woke her husband and checked the kids. All ok, except some things were stolen. I never could have been as strong as she was. This was before alarm systems were common, they installed one that day.
 

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