Scarred-For-Life People Share The Most Terrifying Thing They Ever Woke Up To.

#1

I woke up to my ex standing over my bed. She had broken in to my house and was standing over me until I woke up (roughly 5 minutes). When I woke, the first thing she said was "Why don't you love me anymore?" To add to the creepiness, she had moved 2,500 miles away a month before and had flown all the way to where I lived to break in.

#2

‘I once woke up at my cat jumping on my bed with a bloody half dead chipmunk in her mouth. She dropped it right by my face.'

#3

Woke up to incoming 122mm rockets and mortars with VC sappers running amok blowing [stuff] up. January 31st 1967, Tet Offensive.

#4

‘I once woke up at my cat jumping on my bed with a bloody half dead chipmunk in her mouth. She dropped it right by my face.'

#5

‘I was in Vegas (my friend had way too much money at the time and paid for the vacation) and I was completely allergic to the sofa-bed (turns out some fancy couches are stuffed with feathers). So I gathered up the comforter and went out on the balcony (the railing was a piece of glass) and fell asleep 27 stories up. When I woke up, I had managed to curl up next to the glass and was staring straight down at the pool. Nothing like waking up and thinking you're in mid-fall.'

#6

‘Drug addict broke into my house, awoke to him standing over me with a knife in hand. Yup, that was a bad morning.'

#7

‘My grandpa's [penis] and nutsack hanging out of his aging briefs as he woke me up to hand me the telephone.'

#8

‘I got sick one day at my GF's house. She took care of me all night as I puked in her toilet. In the morning, she comes into her room (she gave me the bed) with some lottery tickets to cheer me up. I'm sitting there, feeling much better, scratching away when I suddenly farted. Except it wasn't a fart, but a post-sick, mini [poop]. On her bed. It was runny. So I puke all night on this poor girl and [pooped] in her bed the next morning when she brings me some scratch tickets and all she did was laugh and toss the stuff in the laundry.

I married her.'

#9

‘I was dreaming about my best friend, him and I just hanging out. I then awoke to the realization that he wasn't there with me, that he had died a few months before. I felt so sick from being brought back to reality.'

#10

‘Waking up at 3 am to a screaming 2-year-old, covered shoulders to ankles in diarrhea and vomit. Feels bad, man.'

#11

‘Christmas, probably about 10 years ago. My bed back then was raised so that a person could easily slide underneath without jarring the frame or making too much noise. Anyways, it's about 6:30 in the morning and I wake up to this light, repetitive tapping noise. It kind of seemed like it was coming from under the bed, so I swung my torso down while keeping my legs under the covers to check. I see a person knocking on the wood beams of the bed frame underneath my bed, and had a minor heart attack. Of course, the way I was positioned, my screaming and flailing only propelled me out of bed and I landed on my neck, looking under the bed.

To discover that it is my brother (who is 3 years older than me) trying to get me up so we could open our gifts. Why he thought that was the best way to do it is beyond me. To this day, I am still planning a retaliation for this.'

#12

‘I once woke up bright and early to my cat squeezing out a wet, sloppy cat-dump onto my upper stomach/chest, perfectly on display for my delirious, rheum-encrusted gaze. I guess I had accidentally closed her into my room for the whole night.

It was the weirdest thing ever. She was kind of shaking and making weird mewing noises. I think she felt really bad and stressed out about it, and her way of both comforting herself and somehow giving me some sort of apology or acknowledgment of regret was to lay her generously-sized Cleveland steamer on my chest. It's ok. I had a shirt on and blanket covering me.'

#13

‘After surgery, I woke up to a catheter being removed.

Before the surgery, I was told that I wouldn't need one, but it lasted longer than expected. Thus, I had no idea what was going on and thought they were ripping my [manhood] off.'

#14

‘I was awoken early one morning to what sounded like a nuclear bomb. It was a loud blast that rumbled for a good ten seconds. I immediately looked out the window to see if there were any mushroom clouds.

I was living on a lake at the time, so the sound that I heard was actually thunder that echoed over the water. Still scary.'

#15

‘I used to have a bunk bed that was only the top bunk; it was wooden and probably over 15 years old. I was a senior in high school and was definitely too big for the bed, but I kept using it regardless. At 2 am, the day of my AP English test, my bed collapsed. If you've seen Inception then you're familiar with the concept of the "kick". Well, it's completely true. I dropped straight down a good 5 1/2 feet and was awakened the instant is started, so I got to experience the whole drop. I was unhurt but extremely disoriented.'

#16

‘Woke up to a full grown huntsman spider on my cheek. I flinched, and it jumped to my chest. It bit right next to my nipple. For the rest of the day, I had to discreetly itch my boob because people would look at me strangely if they saw.'

#17

‘One day toward the end of summer years ago a good friend called me shortly before 9am and said somewhat frantically "Go look out your back window, NOW!"

I put the phone down and strode up to the window and stood there, cleaning my glasses like I obsessively do, using my shirt to wipe the lenses, wiping yesterday's nose oil off the nose pads, etc.. and then I finally put the glasses up to my face as I wondered what all [this was] about.

The back of my parents' house in NYC has a gorgeous view of the Manhattan skyline from about 12 miles away. Sure enough, the day was September 11 2001, and if you'd asked me to name a million things I thought I might see that day, what I was looking at probably wouldn't have made the list.

#18

‘The worst thing I ever woke up to was the sound of my wife screaming that our baby was dead. Just ablood-curdlingg scream of pain, fear and sorrow. I'll never forget the sound she made.

In a flash, I bolted across the apartment to the kid's room. My wife was in shock just standing there. My 1 year old son, standing up in his crib looking at me, and there, in her crib was my daughter, hard as rock, frozen in the position she slept in. Because my wife had rolled her over, all the color was just horribly wrong, her face flat from being face down. It's difficult to describe, she was purple and yellow, I'd never seen death before. I can remember the smell. The sound that leaked out of her when I snatched her up and squeezed the air out of her before I realized that she was gone from me. It's like in the movies where time slows down, and sounds stretches out.

I looked at my wife and said, "She's gone." I remember that. I can still hear the drawn out "Noooo" from my wife as she collapsed onto the floor as I stood there helpless, holding my daughter's lifeless body. I must have told my wife to call 911, but I don't remember, the next memory I have is of the paramedics prying her out of my hands. The flood of neighbors, media, cops, and so on outside the apartment. They actually showed my dead daughter being carried out of my house on the news. In a moment, my whole world collapsed, imploding in on me. My one year old son was born "terminally ill". I'd expected him to be the one she was screaming about, I'd emotionally prepared for that. Doctors had told us It would happen. We checked him every morning to see if he made it through the night. It'd become a habit.

But my little girl was supposedly healthy. She was fine. We'd had the best night ever playing on the floor the night before. She actually smiled for the first time for real that night, smiled and laughed for her mommy who usually worked late. It was amazing. And the next morning as we actually slept in for the first time till 8, (which was late for us) she died in the next room silently.

Now I have to live with the guilt. If I'd only gone to check on her. If we'd have gotten up sooner. Was it something I fed her? Why did this happen? They tell you these days to lay your baby on their backs. Our doctor told us to lay her on her stomach, on a soft sheepskin. It sucks because you feel like it's your fault when a baby dies. Knowing that the sheepskin may have killed her, or the position I laid her down in, is a guilt I find very hard to live with. I forget sometimes. She'd be 20 years old now. Sometimes I can forget. But others, I relive that moment like it's happening right. now. And I hate it.'

#19

‘I took a nap of a friend's couch when he was having a small party. This guy can be really creepy when he changes his voice. So, I woke up to a long, loud sniff and him whispering in this deep, gravelly voice, "You smell like strawberries."

It was terrifying. It took me a minute to realize it was just him and not someone else who had dropped in at his house.'

#20

‘Last year my wife took some pain pills and to make sure she got some sleep, sleeping pills also. When I woke up, she was curled up right next to me, she looked like she was in a very deep sleep. As I did every day, I gave her a kiss goodbye and sure, her forehead was cold but the A/C was on full blast and I didn't think anything of it.

I got a call about 6 hours later from my son frantically telling me to come home because there was something wrong with Mom, he was unable to wake her up. They had called 911 and by the time I got there, she had been pronounced dead.

There was a good chance she was dead when I kissed her goodbye. I might have not known it then, but, yeah, looking back, that was the worst thing I ever woke up to.'

#21

‘My friend woke me up by throwing up on me.'