
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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As a kiddy I was terrified of going to the crapper by myself, for two reasons.
1) As a toddler I was sure I saw a ghost when I went to the loo at my dear old Nana's.
2) As a Primary-school-lad I read a book in which there was a monster called 'the glumper' which had barbed tentacles and lived in the sea. Somehow this was translated in my mind to the loo. I was sure glumper would extend a tentacle up the U-bend and drag me, arse first into the bowels of the sewerage system.
I can, I am pleased to report, generally go to the Bog by myself, nowadays.
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 10:38, Reply)
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