
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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...and she decided she was going to drive me to college.
I shall never forget that morning in which I realised that free of her L-Plates, she had inherited her mother's lead boots.
I still wake in a cold sweat as I remember her overtaking several cars and a tractor (in a Renault 4!) on a blind bend on a country road, meeting an equally terrified van driver coming the other way. Fortunately, as I screamed blue murder (and she too - her exact words being, I recall "Get out of my way YOU FUUUUUUCK!"), he managed a detour across a field to avoid killing the pair of us to death.
Next day: "No thanks, I'll take the train".
Also: Robbed at gunpoint by AK47-wielding goons, but it's pretty true to say that you are only terrified after the event. For about three years, in my case.
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 8:08, Reply)
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