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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Plain weird aswell as shitting myself.Like Evilmeister, I've had different things like nearly drowning, being mugged, having a shotgun pulled out by a bloke and threatening his missus , in an alcoholic rage, while I'm thinking what the fuck to do but these are part of lifes rich tapestry.
What scared the living fuck out of me happened when I was sixteen.
I was taken to hospital, pissed to oblivion, with an equally pissed mate, who thankfully for me, in his paralytic state, had managed to kick me in the mouth to put my head on it's side to stop me choking on my vomit ( bear in mind I grew up in the stix and this was in the woods).Anyhow, some women walking her dog found us and a phone call later the police and ambulance arrived and we been taken to hospital.I've been unconcious for a while and am oblivious to this. In the hospital, several hours later, my mates old man is there calling my name regularly as this is what your brain will hopefully respond to if you're looking at a potential coma case (I'd drunk a bottle of wine, a bottle, of whiskey and a bottle of vodka). So he says my name, I open my eyes and sit bolt upright saying " Where am I?" Except the time when I opened my eyes seemed to me like a couple of minutes. It was freaky. The last image imprinted on my brain was of looking up through the trees with shafts of sunlight filtering down.When I openened my eyes I saw this and immediately thought I was in the woods.It must have been under a second later and the world went white. No depth, nothing. The world had disappeared to be replaced with a blank canvas. I had no idea what the fuck was going on. Was I dead. If I was why was I looking at nothing? Was I here forever? It fucked my head royally. I had no idea I was in hospital looking at a white washed ceiling and had no idea until I sat bolt upright. Pretty mad really. But not as mad as it was for my mate who I later hugged at about midnight as I dissolved into an emotional mess stinking, wearing piss/puke stained clothes with a liberal sprinkling of leaves and sporting a swollen lip where my other mate (they're brothers) had kicked me. The cunt took pleasure of reminding me about a couple of years ago when I was visiting blighty.
Aaahh, the invincibility of youth.
It's the first time, its long and you love it ya slags.
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