Whats the most frightened you've ever been?

Getting lost alone in the jungle in Thailand at night during a tropical thunderstorm has to be the most terrifying experience of my entire life...I couldn't see a thing, only hear very,very strange noises. Only wearing shorts,t-shirt and sandals so could have stepped on all sorts of poisonous creatures.

Managed to find the road after 30mins and flagged down a local who brought me first to his home,gave me water,beer and offered me dry clothes and then back to the town where i was staying. I've never been so scared and then happy in my life,no exaggeration..

Dragged him and his mate into a bar that was open 24 hours and needless to say the three of us literately crawled out the door at about 5pm that afternoon absolutely demented from drink...The two of them missed work over me and everything:P

I wouldn't let them put their hand inside their pocket the whole day...Worth every penny:)

We need Biggins on this thread, he definitely has something to add to it

My scariest experience was probably just three years ago. I was trekking the Everest Base Camp trail (alone) in low season. I decided to approach Everest Base Camp from an unconventional route as it had been recommended to me as a good challenge and having better views. It meant treking up a valley parallel to the one where Everest is and then traversing over a 16,000ft pass to drop down into the next valley.

I set off just after sunrise at 6am and made good way up a very steep slope. After 4 hours of puffing I came to a spot that looked like a pass (a split between 2 huge mountains) and figured I'd done it. I set off down the valley on what looked like a trail but after a while it turned into a gigantic boulder field where massive rocks the size of buildings had fallen off the sides of mountains all around. I was still convinced I was on the right track and according to my map there was a village with lodgings just 4kms away so I plugged on.

Next thing I knew it was 5pm, the sun was dropping fast and there was no sign of any lights around whatsoever. I then realised that I was on the wrong trail and that I was about to face a night homeless in the cold at an altitude of over 15,000ft where every rock and surface seemed to have snow and ice on it.

I searched around for shelter in the last 30 minutes of light before the sun passed over a ridge, out of sight and out of heat. Luckily I found a massive boulder which had a narrow cave like formation where some of the rock just fell short of meeting the ground completely. I tried to get a fire going but any available wood was wet and I soon used up all 10 of my matches.I had no sleeping bag and only had a jacket and canvas trousers to cover me. I hadn't eaten since 5.30am and had limited water (but ample snow around) By 8pm I was shivering constantly and beginning to feel hypothermia set in. I knew I was in for a long night and one I might not emerge from with my life- shouting out was pointless as there was no-one around to hear any screams. I looked constantly at the thermometer on my compass and could see the temperatures shooting down rapidly after the sun left the scene. It started at 7 degrees but within an hour had fallen to 2 and then -4.

I endured the night by trying to sleep for 30 minutes by which time I would wake up shivering uncontrolably. I knew if this went on I'd most likely die of hypothemia. So I came up with a plan and set a schedule of 30 minutes rest, 30 minutes exercise- I'd get out of the cave and go through all of the exercises we had to do in P.E. at school- starjumps, running on the spot, toe- tipping, you name it- just anything to keep my body warm and prevent me literally dying of the cold. It was without doubt the longest night of my life- constantly trying to sleep, then getting woken by uncontrolable shaking and then hopping outside and jumping up down and around like an idiot in the Himalayas for half an hour. At 3am I looked at the thermometer again and it was now -11 degrees outside. But I plugged on determined to survive. The exercise plan worked a treat and I emerged unscathed when the sun finally came back over the opposite ridge at 6am that morning.

I trekked onwards for another 3 hours in the morning, not having eaten in over 24hrs. Finally I came across a yak herder and showed him my map. He pointed out where we were and I was way off course. I went down the valley I was in, did a U-turn up the Khumbu Valley and finally made it to Everest 5 days later. It was one of the most enduring moments of my life to date because I could have laid back and waited for death to come but instead chose to fight it in every way I could and luckily now I am still here to tell the tale.

Some really good story's here. Thanks for sharing everybody:)

Just thought of another couple of hairy moments there...

First one being a 7 or 8 years ago i was working on a building site standing
next to a wall when a JCB digger reversed back into me knocking half the wall
with the bucket. I just managed to jump out the way in time but the bucket
actually touched my jacket, it was that close:eek::eek:...I nearly had a heart
attack and was shaking like a leaf afterwards. If that had hit me i would have
been crushed to death...


Another one that frightened the life out of me was about 3 years ago. My
best friend was after killing himself only 3 weeks before so i was in a bit of a
state.

Was in my flat,in the bedroom alone. I closed the bedroom door....It
opened.....I closed it again, it sprung open again.
I did this 4 or 5 times and then started totally sh1tting myself thinking it was him....
Turns out that there was the handle of the kitchen MOP resting in the jam(Is
that the right word?) of the door on the other side and it was this that was causing the door to spring open....Massive relief after that!!