
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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On my own in the house. In the dark. Was papping it. Suddenly, there was a massive crash in the kitchen and I almost shat it right there. I crept in there and flicked on the light. In the hallway, my brothers bike had fallen over, seemingly on its own. I crept around to the bathroom and there was no one there, so I walked back to the kitchen, slightly confused and saw beneath the stairs a six inch fucking tail hanging out of a bag of dog biscuits. I almost fell over scampering back to the living room, ran upstairs and woke up our jack russel. I crept back to the kitchen, pushed the dog in and slammed the door. There was almighty howling, scrabbling and barking and then suddenly it went quiet. I Slowly opened the door to see the dog licking its bloody lips and a fucking huge rats body, now seperated from its head.
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 11:14, Reply)
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