
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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In my early thirties I was a bit of a party animal - (Fell in with a bad crowd) - Suffice to say I would get shitfaced and have the odd one nigh stand. One night while at a small gathering I started talking to this chap who was a bouncer and nice enough. The wine flowed and I agreed to go home with him. To this day I have no idea why! I like geeks and didn't particulary fancy him. We got to his flat in a high rise block and went inside. The living room consisted of a tatty sofabed and a small gas fire on the wall. For some reason these sparce surroundings sobered me up and I realised that I really didn't want to sleep with him and I was very aware that he wouldn't be happy with this change of heart. I was in a strange flat in a strange area and no-one knew where I was. I have never been so scared in all my life. I told him I wanted to go home and he tried to talk me out of it. He said I didn't have have sex with him - I COULD JUST LIE THERE AND HE WOULD RUB HIMSELF UP ON ME - EWW! - This convinced me even more of my wish to leave and I started crying. The Gods were smiling on my that night because he did the right thing and took my home albeit in a mood. I apologised profusely and went inside.
I tell this tale so that the younger members of this site will think before they end up repeating my mistake and maybe not have such a lucky outcome.
Stay safe!!!
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 15:29, Reply)
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