
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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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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