
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'm already a bit freaked out after the truck/car chase scene. The film gets to the bit where the two kids are peering down the big pipe where The Creeper has been dumping the strangely body-shaped packages.
A low frequency thumping starts in the house, the sort that plays hell with the nervous system. I can't bear to watch any more and turn it off.
I go to check the back door is locked and find the sound is coming from a kiddies' disco in the primary school next door. I have been scared out of my wits by Mel and Kim.
Yes, I am a 24-carat, fur-lined, gold-plated, ocean-going wuss.
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 15:40, Reply)
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