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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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my brother was on study leave, and kept on going out on his bike. I sat in the back room, reading about The Evil Dead films. I'd just watched the first one that day, and so was understandably jumpy.
Then, there comes a slam from behind me. I twist around in my seat, lightning-quick like, and see my brother with a vacant look on his face, slamming his hand against the patio door.
He'd come round the back to drop his bike off. Dickhead.
Mind you though, did help in some ways. Next time I had a bash I CLOSED those curtains.
( , Sat 24 Feb 2007, 15:06, Reply)
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