Originally Posted by
Lisa
That sux.
Never been stabbed. Had a knife held up to me two guys with stockings on their heads and all my money and pot taken, then he started trying to walk me into my bedroom but I got to the bedroom door and wouldn't go any further, I just wouldn't back any further into the room so I leant into the knife, reached past him and turned on the light looked him in the eyes (through the stocking in his head) and just said "what are you doing?" Because the other guy had already taken my money and pot and had run away) and he looked kind of shocked then he just backed out and ran away.
And I had a loaded gun shotgun to me head once because my first fiancé was a total psycho and wanted me to watch him shoot himself but I kept running to the corner so he couldn't jump in front of me then I felt the creeps run down my spine and turned around and he was pointing it right at my head so I walked out of the corner and walked to the bathroom and locked myself in it until his parents came home because we were out at the farm.
Both of those situations were like nearly stepping on a snake... Really precarious like it makes me think of when I was a kid and walking through the bush track to school (in the olden days) and there was a brown snake across the track and I didn't see it and nearly stood on it and it shot up really quick to strike but stopped inches from my ankle and I just froze then had to really, really slowly back out of striking range, I mean REALLY SLOWLY before I could run away, or being bailed up by a pack of dogs in the bush and having to maneuver out of it somehow without setting the dogs off, which I managed somehow.