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?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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Train JourneyTravelling back from my parent’s place on the train a couple of nights ago I heard someone say “hello, mate” over my shoulder. I look round and there’s a guy with a can of Stella who is shaking and sweating profusely. “What’s up?” says I. “Mate, your book, it’s swearing at me, it’s got to stop”. I started to worry; he was obviously on a bad trip of some sort. “Mate, stop you book swearing, you’ve got to get rid of it, throw it out of the window”.
Luckily the driver informed me over the train speakers that I could change to a straight through train at the next station. I got off pretty sharpish.
(, Mon 26 Feb 2007, 14:07, Reply)
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