When were you last really scared?
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)
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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scared, damn straight
being all of 7 years old, I decided it would be a really good idea to play with my marbles (get your head of out the gutter) NOw i'm not sure how it happened, but one of those shiny ickle glass spheres decided to get stuck in my throat. Much coughing, and eye bulging ensued. Thinking this is it, i'm going to die at the tender age of 7, I ran to my dad with a marble in my hand. Pointed to the marble, all while coughing, and then to my throat. Quick as you like, he litrally shoved two fingers down my throat, and wrenched the ball up. Finally being able to breath, I burst in to tears.
Length?- I were 7 you dirty gits
( , Mon 26 Feb 2007, 13:59, Reply)
being all of 7 years old, I decided it would be a really good idea to play with my marbles (get your head of out the gutter) NOw i'm not sure how it happened, but one of those shiny ickle glass spheres decided to get stuck in my throat. Much coughing, and eye bulging ensued. Thinking this is it, i'm going to die at the tender age of 7, I ran to my dad with a marble in my hand. Pointed to the marble, all while coughing, and then to my throat. Quick as you like, he litrally shoved two fingers down my throat, and wrenched the ball up. Finally being able to breath, I burst in to tears.
Length?- I were 7 you dirty gits
( , Mon 26 Feb 2007, 13:59, Reply)
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