
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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So when we were on a family holiday, driving through Arizona, and up windy roads where all that seperated you from a several hundred metre drop was a pithy row of pebbles, I was cacking myself. "Mum, can you drive a bit more in the centre of the road please?" Looking out the window all the time probably didn't help either.
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 21:28, Reply)
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