
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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of trying to learn the saxophone while standing knee deep in water in an inflatable pool on the lawn of a house that that my friend claims used to belong to Kevin Bacon.
OH GOD NO, IT'S HAPPENING AGAIN!
EDIT: wait - I've just realised the guy that claimed the house belonged to Kevin Bacon isn't really my friend. Phew!
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 15:37, Reply)
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