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?
( , Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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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it was a dark and stormy night!
And I was 15, home alone, and had decided to go to bed early. I had just watched some stupid show on the Travel Channel about the legend of Mothman. I was in that stage when you're barely conscious, about to fall asleep. BANG. Something whacked my bedroom door. I sat up, practically pissing myself. BANG again. I pretty much was having a near panic attack, hidden under my sheets.
Obviously it was some sort of horrible beast coming to get me - maybe the Mothman. After a few more bangs, the beast spoke...
Meow?
Fuck.
Christine doesn't politely scratch at the door when she wants in, like a normal cat would - Instead, she throws herself at it. Bitch.
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 15:58, Reply)
And I was 15, home alone, and had decided to go to bed early. I had just watched some stupid show on the Travel Channel about the legend of Mothman. I was in that stage when you're barely conscious, about to fall asleep. BANG. Something whacked my bedroom door. I sat up, practically pissing myself. BANG again. I pretty much was having a near panic attack, hidden under my sheets.
Obviously it was some sort of horrible beast coming to get me - maybe the Mothman. After a few more bangs, the beast spoke...
Meow?
Fuck.
Christine doesn't politely scratch at the door when she wants in, like a normal cat would - Instead, she throws herself at it. Bitch.
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 15:58, Reply)
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