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This is a question 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)
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As an apology, here's a proper story
Parents away, my brother and I are looking after the house on our own. With the cat. The same cat who once skinned a bird in one piece. Psycho.

Anyway, I get up one morning, I'm brushing my hair and walking across my room. I feel something under my foot, and i look down. Mouse head.

Screaming, I run out of my room, away from my cat's 'present'. My brother comes out of his room and watches me run down the stairs, works out what's happened, and hatches an evil plan. He runs down after me, grabs 2 plastic bags from the kitchen - one sainsbury's, one small clear sandwich bag. He then takes the bags upstairs, and comes down with the head in a sainsbury's, wrapped in turn in a clear plastic bag. He goes into the kitchen for a moment, then runs out again, screeching "MOUSE HEAD, MOUSE HEAD, MOUSE HEAD!!!" whilst brandishing the bag at me.

After much running and squealing on my part, he eventually chases me out of the house, into public. Then he throws the bag at me, sending me into total fits of hysteria. And only then reveals the EVIL.

The little bastard, on his second trip to the kitchen, put the mousehead/sainsburys bag/clear bag in the bin, then placed a different but identical sainsburys bag in a different but identical clear sandwich bag. And then chased me round the house with it. Making me think it had a mouse head inside.

This is pretty sophisticated evil for a thirteen year old. Not only did he get a kick out of making me scream, but had the added pleasure of knowing there was nothing worth screaming about.

He is evil.
(, Mon 26 Feb 2007, 21:17, Reply)

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