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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Curiosity made the cat do a little poo
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)
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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