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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ravenous, man-eating jaguar, apparentlyOn holiday in South America late last year, we spent the night at the bottom of a canyon in some shoddy yet endearing little huts. I had gone to sleep worrying about spiders and buggy type menaces, but this was to be the least of my worries. sort of.
I woke in the dark black blackness of the darkest night I've ever seen from a dream about hungry jaguars roaming the campsite in search of HUMAN FLESH upon which to feast.
A mere moment after dismissing the dream, I heard a sound very much like that of a growling big cat, and it sounded like it was INSIDE THE HUT. I instantly had visions of a prowling jaguar ready to pounce, then of one gnawing on the bloodied corpse of my young hut-buddy. I lay petrified for several minutes, trying to settle on a course of action. Do I turn on my torch? would that scare away or entice a killer beast? WHAT DO YOU DO???
Mustering up all my resolve I flicked the switch on my torch..... NOTHING. Where did the hungry super-feline go? the "door" appeared as closed as possible. WAS IT UNDER MY BED???
No, it was not.
For as it transpired, the terrifying growls of the fluffy, bloodthirsty predator were the BLOODY DONKEYS OUTSIDE BRAYING GENTLY IN THEIR SLEEP.
(, Fri 23 Feb 2007, 14:32, Reply)
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