The scariest moment in my life would probably be when I was little, and someone broke into my house, he had a knive in his hand and was in the front living room.
My family and I ran out of the house, thinking that we were going to be murdured, threatened, raped, ect. As we ran, we went to our neibors house to call 911, later we saw that the person who broke into our house only stole some electronics and a little jewlery.