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?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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Who needs enemies, eh?I was at my mates house a couple of years ago watching the classic 'Nightmare on Elm Street'. I had previously seen the film aged 6 ( what was my mother thinking when she rented that one?!) and it had done some serious damage to my mental health ie. many Freddy related dreams, convincing myself he lived in our cellar etc. etc.
However at the age of 20, it didn't seem so scary, I mean he's not real is he. Anyway after a few hours of drinking and recreational drug use, it was time for bed. So off I popped into said friend's bedroom and was soon sleeping the sleep of the ketamine addled drunk. Lovely.
A while later, I'm awoken by scratching and open my eyes to see a hand sillhoueted on the wall. I think you can all guess that the hand appeared to be sporting blades for fingers. F*CK, thinks I, and then more rationally, calm down, you're in a k hole, you're hallucinating, just go back to sleep.
So I close my eyes and it works, just as i'm settling again, theres something touching my face. Eyes snap open. And I'm not hallucinating. Real live Freddy glove on my face about to gore me.
I close my eyes, start screaming and prepare to die bloodily.
And of course then the lights come on, and my so-called mate is there waving his joke Freddy glove, likely popping veins with laughing so hard. Cock.
(, Fri 23 Feb 2007, 12:16, Reply)
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