When were you last really scared?We'd been watching the Shining. We were staying in an old church building. In hindsight, taking the shortcut home after midnight, in the mist, through the old graveyard was a bad idea.
I'm not sure what started it, but suddenly all the hairs on my neck had gone up and I was crapping myself. It was almost as bad as when, after a few cups of coffee too many and buzzing on caffeine, I got freaked out by my own reflection in the toilets.
When were you last really scared?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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Graveyards? Sea? yup.Walking somewhat drunkenly home from the train station one late night I found myself getting a little jumpy (huge amounts of beer or what I dunno).
Anyways, as I approached my village (around midnight, nice) the fog started to roll in as it does now and then... not a problem.
Now at the end of my road there is St. Marys church with the pre-requisite boneyard, and as I approached my garden gate the shit hit the fan.
Out of the mist towards me comes this shuffling groaning bloke in pyjamas, head at an angle against his shoulder, crippled arm up. Groaning. Like Day of the Dead.
In a panic I flung open the gate, ran up to the door (all lights off as my family were away) and fumble with the lock to get my key in. Only for zombie-thing to appear in the corner of my eye shuffling up my neighbours drive-way a foot parallel to me. Stupidly I turned to look...
Only for him to snap round 90 degrees to groan at me again, head still cocked to one side/arm up at angle etc... then I got my door open.
Spent the next 5 minutes running around the house and checking everything is locked and every light is on... home alone for the night with zombie-thing somewhere outside.
With the hindsight of the next days sobriety I remembered... Coldeast mental hospital was about half an hours walk/shuffle away.
Length? About 1 entrail. But I shit you not.
(, Thu 22 Feb 2007, 17:22, Reply)
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