
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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getting the tube home at some ungodly hour of the morning when I started to hallucinate. We were on the Northern Line which helpfully tells you, by the means of a little screen, which station is next. But it started lying to me.. telling me the wrong stations, mocking me. That wasn't scary, just fucking annoying and made me look like a complete nutter, muttering rude and angry things at a screen.
However, when you get close to a station, it stops showing words. When this happened, all I could see was this menacing black box opposite me. I had momentarily forgotten past grievances i'd had with it and became utterly terrified... of a fucking black box. I literally ran off the tube. I'm so fucking pathetic sometimes.
length? i tend to go on a bit in that kind of state.
( , Sun 25 Feb 2007, 23:05, Reply)
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