
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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A few years back, when I was an idiot, my friend was at my house making prank calls. They weren't very good, but we found them entertaining enough. A typical one would go "Hi, is Frank there?" "No, no-one of that name here" "OK, sorry. *stifled giggles*".
Then it was my turn. I had never prank called anyone before, so I decided to really go for it. I flicked open a random page in the Yellow Pages and it was the Funeral Directors in the town just down the road. I dailed the number and hadn't thought through at all what I was going to say.
"Yeah, hello, is this the funeral directors? I'm about to jump off the top of the block of flats (about 10 stories high) and I was just wondering if I could arrange my funeral"
After a second I realised what I had said. The funeral director tried to talk me out of jumping and said he would get the police to rescue me. I panicked and slammed the phone down. A friend in the aforementioned town said that he had heard a lot of police cars around that time.
I didn't know about 141 at that time and so spent the next few days just waiting for the police to come round and arrest me for wasting police time. I don't think I've ever felt as sick in my life.
Five years later though and I haven't heard anything, so I presume I got away with it.
( , Sat 24 Feb 2007, 14:19, Reply)
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