
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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Being six-feet-three helps rather helps with this. However, when I was about nine or so, and consequently somewhat shorter than I am now, I was walking home from school past the local fire station. The doors swung open, the lights flashed, the sirens wailed. SHIIIIIIT! I swear I have never ran faster than that since.
( , Fri 23 Feb 2007, 21:34, Reply)
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