
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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whilst trying to work out how to do this Jack the Ripper picture. I had been looking at the mortuary photographs, researching such things on casebook.org, and that night I dreamt I was at one of the autopsies. Woke me up with a start, that one.
I'm probably more scared of Jack the Ripper than anyone who's not an East End hooker 119 years ago has a right to be.
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 11:53, Reply)
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