With Halloween right around the corner, we decided to ask some of our employees what the scariest moment in their life was! Enjoy these “horror” stories!
Four Sisters Boutique
I don’t remember how old I was, but we went to Colorado on a family trip. My parents decided it would be a good idea to drive up Pike’s Peak…I’m terrified of heights. I fell asleep on the drive up, and then halfway up (it takes just over an hour to get to the top) I woke up. My sister goes, “Elizabeth…look out the window.” I looked out the window and of course my seat is the one closest to the edge overlooking how high up we were. To top it all off, at the top of the mountain my parents forced me to sit on a rock next to the edge overlooking the valley below for a family picture. NOT COOL GUYS.
So this past summer, I took my employees to WOF. We were all about going on the scariest rides possible! Tallest rollercoaster, we rode it. Fastest ride, we rode it. Well they had just built a new ride called the Steelhawk. It’s a circular ride that stands 301 feet in the air. It looked pretty fun, and not too scary. Once we got on it and it started rising in the air, and spinning, I started to freak out a little. With it being so high in the air and the wind being able to move my seat, I lost it! We got back to the ground and I won’t ever get on that ride again.
One day I was on my way to a wedding and it was raining like crazy outside. I was on the interstate and I was in the fast lane and I drove onto the rumble strip and corrected myself and then my car flew into the opposite lane and I did a complete 360 turn! It jerked back and hit the wall on the shoulder. It was the scariest moment of my life. But I got a new car out of it!
So my dad used to trap raccoons in this old 1950s dance hall and we had to go there one night. He was in the basement getting them out of the traps and I was standing behind my brother holding onto him because we were scared and all the sudden a ghost came up and pushed me in the back and my brother fell down a few stairs! Pretty sure the ghost was trying to kill us.
It was the 4th of July and my dog, Zeke loves fireworks. Weird, I know. Whenever he sees someone throw one, he feels the need to chase it. My dad opened the door to the house and at the same time, Zeke saw my neighbor drop one of those huge artillery shells down into a tube and he ran straight for it. It was lit, he got to it and was staring straight into the tube! I ran after him and fell to my knees a few feet away and just screamed, “ZEKEEEEEE!!!!!!” He looked over at me and literally a fraction of a second later, the firework shot out maybe 3 inches away from his head. Safe to say, he’s never allowed outside on the 4th of July.
So one time I went to Vermont for a little vacation with my family. We were going skiing. We stayed in this really cute bed and breakfast with a fire place and all that jazz! One morning we hit the slopes! I have to tell you though, I was 6 and not the best skier. It was the first time that I would be going on the lift, so I was pretty terrified already. My mom said she would hold my hand and help me off at the top! As we get to the top of the mountain, I get more and more nervous. As the chair lift starts to get closer to the drop off point, my mom jumped off no problem leaving me behind to fend for myself. Clearly this is not ok. I was left alone to get off the chair lift by myself. The chair starts to turn to go back down the mountain and I jumped. My ski hit the safety line and stopped the entire lift. I was 6 inches away from falling 100 feet. I’m never going skiing again.
Written by: Mackenzie Moore