
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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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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