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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Tubeway Barmy ArmyEarly 80s I had been to Goldsmith's College in South London to see a play that had been put on by a mate.
Afterwards I walked back through unfamiliar South London streets and as I got near the Tube station at New Cross I saw the whole entrance was lined with police, some on horses, riot shields, the lot. Which was scary.
But I've gone through and then realised the train was full of away football fans who had been playing at the home of the hard nuts, Millwall. That was scary.
So I walked past all these carriages of boisterous fans, watched by police on the platform. That too was scary, but the front carriage was mostly empty bar a few regular people, so I sat down. At least there were no Millwall fans around. That would have been scary.
The train pulled away, and within a minute or two came in to the next station down. This time, the platform was absolutely packed solid. With Millwall fans. And not a policeman in sight. Scary? And when the tube doors opened and all the Millwall piled into the carriage and started fighting with the away lot. And the doors closed with the whole riot going on inside which us in the front carriage could see through the glass in the connecting doors? That, my friends, was scary.
But worse was hearing a couple of bumps from the front of the train then seeing the driver and his mate walking away down the platform to the exit. They were leaving us at the mercy of a closed train full of fighting hoolies in a dark and abandoned station. That WAS scary.
I announced to my carriage of other scared-os that I was off, and bravely ran away by nipping through the connecting door into the driver's cab, out through his door and away along the platform.
It did seem to take a very long time to walk the length of the platform past this train that was rocking on its tracks from the mayhem. I went out into the night of a completely unfamiliar part of town, not a sign of anyone anywhere, and wandered round for a bit hoping not to bump into any more hard-os looking to utterly tough up any wet and weedy stranger on their manor.
After a bit I went back to the station and it was all deserted with no sign that anything had ever happened.
Fear my length.
(, Tue 27 Feb 2007, 11:00, Reply)
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