A chance to talk about the stuff that has freaked you out the most. Use great detail, whether it was a dog, a ghost, a monster, whatever it was or your imagination made it into. Share it here. When I was 11, I was convinced by people I thought were my friends to ride out late, I had a special bike, it wasn't a mountain bike, it was a bike with a huge banana seat and plastic frame to make it look like a harley davidson, I loved it, but it was a little slow. Dark clouds moved in, my so-called 'friends' abandoned me and ran home, I had to find my way home on my own, I know it sounds stupid but at 11 I didn't know my way very well; icy rain, roaring winds and shuddering thunder chased me home, I shook with cold and fear. I made it home safe, but never trust those people again.