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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I foolishly went to medium last year.
After cold-reading me sufficently badly to infer that I was a lonely Lesbian sports techer instead of a recently married unathletic criminologist, she assured me that the person whom I missed was nearby, and would make his/her presence known when the time was right.
I was openly laughing at her by now, so when, just at that moment, we heard the letterbox clatter and a newspaper slide through and thud on the doormat I asked, 'Oh, is that him now?'
She wasn't amused, and when I left and we found no newspaper there - it was just her and me in the house, nobody else to move it - she went a little green.
What a shock for a fraudulent medium - a real scare!
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 12:23, Reply)
After cold-reading me sufficently badly to infer that I was a lonely Lesbian sports techer instead of a recently married unathletic criminologist, she assured me that the person whom I missed was nearby, and would make his/her presence known when the time was right.
I was openly laughing at her by now, so when, just at that moment, we heard the letterbox clatter and a newspaper slide through and thud on the doormat I asked, 'Oh, is that him now?'
She wasn't amused, and when I left and we found no newspaper there - it was just her and me in the house, nobody else to move it - she went a little green.
What a shock for a fraudulent medium - a real scare!
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 12:23, Reply)
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