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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shit the bed. almost.Before moving to my current address, I rented a room in a terraced house on Histon road in Cambs.
On two seperate occasions my CD player started at full volume and in the middle of a track at some ungodly hour in the morning. I was so fucking petrified I couldn't move, not even swearing from the other occupants and finally banging from next door could persuade me to abandon the combined safety of the corner of the room and my duvet.
How I didn't shit the bed I'll never know.
The CD player never did it before or after that house.
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