
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 one of them was being killed by people that hide under beds.
I used to watch television in my parents room in the evening because they refused to watch The Simpsons on the one in the lounge.
One day I was watching and minding my own business when the bed began shaking violently.
When it stopped I sat perfectly still and was totally silent for about four minutes before running to tell someone. Mother refused to accept it and said I must have shaken the bed myself. I couldn't sleep for days afterwards for fear that the killer in mum and dad's bedroom had slit their throats and was about to cut me into tiny pieces.
About a week later I learned the reason for the shaking was because of an earth tremor that had taken place, thus proving me right to some extent.
( , Sat 24 Feb 2007, 8:36, Reply)
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