Hmmm, two that come immediately to mind.
The first happened when I was about 11. I had just gotten to know a kid from school, who I lived about 10 minutes walk from. Our parents thought it would be nice to be friends with him because he was a bit of a loner, and to tell you the truth, so was I. Anyway, we had gotten quite chummy, going round each others houses, watching videos etc., when one day he says his mum is going to let him stay up late and watch a film, and would I like to come watch it. "Sounds good" I thought, what was the movie? "Chucky". Oh, thinks I, having not the slighest clue what it was. The day rolls on, with me asking several people what the film was (including my mum), to be greeted with blank looks. So a 10 miunute walk in the dark later, I get to his house, and watch the fillum. It was the most terrifying experience of my life at that time, and I had a 10 minute walk home. Despite my pleading with my friend's mother, she wouldn't walk me home as she had work the next day. So 10 minutes walk back, in the dark, down deserted roads (no cars, no noises, nothing). I walk in the door, turn around and ARGHWHATTHEFUCKHOLYSHIT! There a fucking doll staring at me from the hall, almost the same height as Chucky! Turns out it was my aunts, who had brought it round as she thought I would like it. That took a lot of getting over.


The other is a lot more recent, and a lot more tame. You see, I suffer from paranoia. Call it an illness, or just a state, I don't know, but I get very easily paranoid. Anyway, with this in mind, perhaps it wasn't a good idea to watch a back-to-back marathon of Dawn of the Dead, Dawn of the Dead remake, Resident Evil, and 28 Days Later, at 2am whilst drinking lots of cola. I still have to sleep with the bedside light on. I'm 22.
(Bumsmells, Sun 25 Feb 2007, 17:40, Reply)