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?
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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?
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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I met a guy
on the internet (I'm shy. So sue me). We'd been going out for a few weeks, and he offered the use of his car so I could get some shopping done. It's rather dark but I'm out of everything (students eh?) so I agree.
He's bumbling along the A4. I'm not sure if he's going the right way. I ask him.
Singsongy voice "He he, wrong way" looks at the road at continues driving.
I ask him again
"he he, wrong way" and continues on the road, going ahead on every roundabout...
And again
"he he, wrong way"
I start panicing. "This can't be the right way, can it?"
"he he, wrong way"
I'm now really really scared, and cursing my trusting nature, and almost shouting at him. Every question is responded in the singsongy
"he he, wrong way"
I'm shouting now, and very very very fucking SCARED.
"he he, wrong way" and it's getting darker and darker...
I look around for possible escape options. I'm too obvious - he locks the automatic doors and windows. "he he, wrong way" he says.
It starts raining, and the dark means I can't see where we are. I start waving frantically to other cars, but they ignore me, thinking I'm drunk or something. Mental images pile up of me in a ditch, or in a freezer in bits, or left on the roadside with a stab wound...
About 15mins later, we arrive at Sainsburys. Boyfriend cracks up laughing. I thump him, and sulk for a week.
Two years now: and I've got him back so many times, hehe. He *still* winds me up about this, as well
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 17:47, Reply)
on the internet (I'm shy. So sue me). We'd been going out for a few weeks, and he offered the use of his car so I could get some shopping done. It's rather dark but I'm out of everything (students eh?) so I agree.
He's bumbling along the A4. I'm not sure if he's going the right way. I ask him.
Singsongy voice "He he, wrong way" looks at the road at continues driving.
I ask him again
"he he, wrong way" and continues on the road, going ahead on every roundabout...
And again
"he he, wrong way"
I start panicing. "This can't be the right way, can it?"
"he he, wrong way"
I'm now really really scared, and cursing my trusting nature, and almost shouting at him. Every question is responded in the singsongy
"he he, wrong way"
I'm shouting now, and very very very fucking SCARED.
"he he, wrong way" and it's getting darker and darker...
I look around for possible escape options. I'm too obvious - he locks the automatic doors and windows. "he he, wrong way" he says.
It starts raining, and the dark means I can't see where we are. I start waving frantically to other cars, but they ignore me, thinking I'm drunk or something. Mental images pile up of me in a ditch, or in a freezer in bits, or left on the roadside with a stab wound...
About 15mins later, we arrive at Sainsburys. Boyfriend cracks up laughing. I thump him, and sulk for a week.
Two years now: and I've got him back so many times, hehe. He *still* winds me up about this, as well
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 17:47, Reply)
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