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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Was about 12 watching Poltergeist
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)
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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