
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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Dreams are the maddest things. The scariest thing that happen to me are things I dream about, not the dreams themselves, but the bit when you wake up and don't quite realise that it is just a dream and not actually real.
Anywayses.
The one that springs to mind was a few years back when I kipped at a mate's on his sofa. He had a cat who slept in the same room as me and it lay down with me and off we both drifted. I woke up in the middle of the night and could feel the weight of the cat on my chest, hear it purring and so on so I reached down to give him a bit of fuss, but couldn't feel the cat anywhere. I wasn't quite with it at that point so I flailed around a bit more trying to find the cat on the bed but couldn't. I could feel it's weight on me but could not find him. As I started to wake up properly the hairs started standing up on the back of my neck and eventually the wierdness of it sank in and I sat bolt upright, at which point the cat's face appeares in front of mine hissing like beelzebub and I leapt out of bed shitting myself. At that point I ACTUALLY woke up, scaring the real cat to death, and it sprang off the bed via my face making me wet my pants in real life.
Is that a first, dreaming about getting the fright of my life which woke me up and led me to getting an actual fright of my life?
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 21:59, Reply)
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