
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 a grey light pervaded the room. No colours, just tones. And then I noticed something wasn't right. I began to get a feeling that something that the word malevolent doesn't even cover was there in the room with me, and it was coming towards me. Then, to make matters worse, I was paralysed. Struck dumn. Couldn't move a muscle. All I was aware of was the fact that this extremely wizened pair of hands with really bad nails was coming towards me. Whatever it was, it wanted me. And as I result I was shit scared. I couldn't do a thing, not even scream for help. And I was forced to lay there, as this pair of hands connected to whatever evil in the corner of the room was coming towards me. And then, it was as though a bright light shone into the room. Brighter than the first rays of a sunrise, in fact. All of a sudden, whatever it was that was after me was gone, and I could move. I was left shivering for a very very long time out of sheer fear. I later found out it's something called a sleep paralysis. Not a very pleasant experience by means.
( , Sat 24 Feb 2007, 16:55, Reply)
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