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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That'll teach me
When I was about 9 all the cool kids at school were watching 'Hammer House of Horror' on TV on a Saturday night. But my parents wouldn't let me watch it, reasoning that it would be too scary for my delicate psyche.
But with admirable ingenuity I managed to wangle the small portable TV into my bedroom early in the week, on the pretext of watching something 'educashunal'.
Saturday night rolls round, TV sneakily goes on , volume down so low my eyeballs are resting on the screen in order to hear. Hammer time.
This attractive young couple were lost in the woods (it happens) after their car stalls, and happened across a castle, in the dark. Long story short, they get shown to their room by some stereotypical freak, exchange lots of banalities about how lucky they were etc. Then Mrs walks across the room and yanks open the curtains.
There's a werewolf sitting on the window ledge.
I jumped out of my skin, back into it, and jumped out again for good measure. Heart racing for to burst. Trembling violently. And for the next few YEARS was scared to go near a set of drawn curtains, and slept with my bedroom door open and landing light on. Couldn't even tell my parents about it because I wasn't supposed to be watching in the first place. I guess they were right.....
Getting palpitations just writing this down, many years later.
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 19:18, Reply)
When I was about 9 all the cool kids at school were watching 'Hammer House of Horror' on TV on a Saturday night. But my parents wouldn't let me watch it, reasoning that it would be too scary for my delicate psyche.
But with admirable ingenuity I managed to wangle the small portable TV into my bedroom early in the week, on the pretext of watching something 'educashunal'.
Saturday night rolls round, TV sneakily goes on , volume down so low my eyeballs are resting on the screen in order to hear. Hammer time.
This attractive young couple were lost in the woods (it happens) after their car stalls, and happened across a castle, in the dark. Long story short, they get shown to their room by some stereotypical freak, exchange lots of banalities about how lucky they were etc. Then Mrs walks across the room and yanks open the curtains.
There's a werewolf sitting on the window ledge.
I jumped out of my skin, back into it, and jumped out again for good measure. Heart racing for to burst. Trembling violently. And for the next few YEARS was scared to go near a set of drawn curtains, and slept with my bedroom door open and landing light on. Couldn't even tell my parents about it because I wasn't supposed to be watching in the first place. I guess they were right.....
Getting palpitations just writing this down, many years later.
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 19:18, Reply)
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