
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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Driving home earlier this evening, I took a wee shortcut down a B-road so I could drive like a prick. Flew past some bright orange thing at 70mph so I didn't really register what it was at first.
I thought it might have been a bonfire or something, and theres houses pretty close by as well so I went back to check in case the firepeeps were needed (who am I kidding, I'm a nosey bastard).
Turned the car, went back slowly so I could check properly.
The fucking car fucking exploded as I was fucking turning the fucking corner and I screamed like a girl, ran away (drove away) and about crashed in my wee panic.
Not a scratch on my car though!
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 1:25, Reply)
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