After I graduated from college, I finally landed an interview with a guy who was starting his own company. The economy was s**tty, and I so wanted a job. I went in for an interview, and quickly noticed that he doubled locked the door behind me (it was a small office in a strip mall). I immediately started to panic and then realized that no one else was there. He had me sit down and two questions into the interview he tried to put his hand up my skirt (I was wearing a business skirt suit). I got up and ran, and thankfully was able to open the locks and get the hell out of there. My mom accompanied me to every interview after that for a while.

I lived in south Everett WA for a couple years. Was walking home from the bus stop to my apartment, which took me behind the home depot. Suddenly a van starts following me, I hear the side door slide open and look behind me to see a man with the top half of his body hanging out the slider door looking at me. I took off running towards my apartment, literally running as far as I could, the van started going faster. By chance a guy was pulling out of the driveway of my apartment complex, sees me running for my life, and stops. The van immediately turns around and speeds off. Guy asks if I'm okay. I ask him to just stay there and please watch me walk into my apartment, which was the building next to his. He did, thank God. I started carrying mace and a very large knife the next day.

When I was 19 my two friends and I were leaving a nightclub in Prague at 4 am and realized the metro was closed and we were stranded. We met these two American guys who said we could stay at their place and my friends thought they were cute so they agreed. I had a bad feeling but my friends told me I was being paranoid. We start walking to their place and the guys are telling us conflicting stories about where they’re from, how long they’ve lived there, etc. and I’m getting an even worse feeling. I’m trying to talk to my friends about it but the one guy won’t let me get a second alone with either of them. We get to their apartment and when we walk in there’s nothing inside but a mattress on the floor in an empty room. I panic and tell my friends we need to leave NOW but the bigger guy blocks the door and tells us we’re not going anywhere. I start screaming bloody murder and push him as hard as I can away from the door and my friends and I run the f**k out of there and keep running. By the time we were far enough away the metro had opened up and we got back to our hostel. When we told the girl at the front desk she said young guys can be used to lure young girls in for human trafficking. My friends trusted my instincts after that.

My friend and I met at Waffle House for lunch. A guy came into the restaurant looking for a piece of paper that he had accidentally left on a table. The waitress didn't know where the paper was located and might have thrown it away. The guy got upset saying the paper was important and he was going home to get his gun stored under his mattress. My friend and I quickly paid our check and got the heck out of the restaurant!

Was sleeping at a friend's house, went to the kitchen to get some water, her father hugged me from behind.. I was fourteen, I guess... never went to their house again

Living in Baltimore some years back and I was driving home through a rough area of the city. Sitting at a stop light behind an already stopped car, another pulls up next to me on the right. Not really thinking anything of this, the light turns green. Neither of these cars move and I see a car zipping up behind me. I look to my left and I see two guys running towards me. I am so thankful that I left a good deal of space between me and the car in front. I hooked it around the car I front and sped off. Pretty sure I was going to be a victim of a car jacking or maybe something worse. Glad they ill timed their plan and I gave myself that space. Lesson here is always keep your head on a swivel in Baltimore.

A 500 lb hog got loose at the state fair and started charging right at me. I've never run so fast in my life.

As a young teenager (maybe 13 y/o) I was camping in the backcountry during a summer camp in the midwest US. Second to last night of the trip we started seeing mammatus clouds and the sky turned green, but no immediate rain or hail. Being the good midwestern kids we were, we knew the signs and found a semi-solid shelter before the storm hit. When we got out of the backcountry we found out that 3 major tornados had touched down and gotten as close as 1/2 km to our original campsite.

I worked for an agency that helps people do their daily tasks for home healthcare. I had a man whose insurance prohibited personal care (like a shower). He was very upset during my visit when I declined his request for bathing. I felt bad at first but soon the man became very angry with me. He accused me of all kinds of things and started pacing around room to room like he was looking for something. Between that and his spit/yelling rage, I slipped out of the house and drove to a safer place. I reported the incident to my employer and later found out that this person is a sex offender who had previously raped another woman. Who knows what he was planning that day. Maybe nothing but I'm glad I left.

Ripped my pants while bowling. Incidentally, I was also going commando, and the meats and cheeses were fully exposed. I bowled a frame or two before noticing too. It was a second date

I was solo camping in the woods during a phase where I wanted to be a survival expert. I hiked out, miles from any roads or building, built a shelter and then hiked back the way I came. Less than a mile away from my camp, I found a dead coyote, decapitated, gutted, and laid out like a sacrifice or something. The eyes were gouged out and it was strung across a big, flat rock. A rock which I used as a marker on the way in, so I know it hadn't been there a day before. I ran out of there as fast as I could, knife at the ready, probably 10 miles back to my house. I still have no idea who would have done it, but I know I didn't want to run into them in the woods alone.

When I was in high school (early 80s), I saw a lot of heavy metal bands. I had a friend who could always get us backstage after the show. So Anvil played and we went backstage. All of a sudden the lead singer said "Okay all the girls take off your clothes or get out." I got out. The rest of the girls stayed.

I was in Thailand back in 2010, on the southern islands after a full moon party. My friend and I were talking to two girls who invited us to play poker. We went and sat down with two german guys and two burly Thai guys full of tattoos and began to play. They were joking, friendly, and the buy in was $10. We lost some pots, won some pots, and overall it was a happy experience. The thai guys beat us and on the last hand I managed to claw my chips back to about $8. My friend was looking tired so I gave him the nod, I thanked for for the game and I said we would cash out and we would be on our way. The thai guys put a machete on the table and told us to f**k off. My friend, myself and the two german guys noped out of that situation as fast as we could. On the way back the girls caught up with us and apologised, but it meant f**k all because they were clearly in on the take. Lesson learned, if pretty girls ask you to play a game, it's for nefarious reasons.

Bad diesel fire at work. I saw the fire ball billowing toward me so I jumped in a pit. The fireball blew over me, and when it retreated, I got the hell out of dodge. I got some gnarly 3rd degree burns, but I survived.

In high school I went to a party in a recently abandoned house on the outskirts of town. There were a lot of people I knew there but also a lot of shady folks I was unfamiliar with. Things started out ok or at least as ok as they can for a party with a bunch of liquored up teenagers. As the night wore on people started destroying things, I guess just because the place was abandoned. I left when someone threw a toilet out of an upstairs window. I found out later that the cops showed up. Several people ran from them through a nearby cornfield but were caught. A friend of mine ran right into a barbed wire fence however and ended up in the hospital.