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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The Gnomes
Slept in the back of a cave on my own at the north end of the island of Jura a few years back.
Nestled right at the back of the cave in the dark, as far as you could go before getting your head stuck, gave myself the heebee jeebees in the early hours of the morning utterly convinced I could hear engine noises and industrial clankings from deep down in the bowels of the earth, the gnome machines.
There were also the shadowy shapes, wraith-like silhouettes of people moving in and out of the cave, busying around certain parts of it like some kind of smoky time lapse movie. They had me switching the head torch on and off a bit.
But it was the gnome engines in the depths of the earth, way beyond the crack at the back of the cave that really gave me the fear.
( , Tue 27 Feb 2007, 22:35, Reply)
Slept in the back of a cave on my own at the north end of the island of Jura a few years back.
Nestled right at the back of the cave in the dark, as far as you could go before getting your head stuck, gave myself the heebee jeebees in the early hours of the morning utterly convinced I could hear engine noises and industrial clankings from deep down in the bowels of the earth, the gnome machines.
There were also the shadowy shapes, wraith-like silhouettes of people moving in and out of the cave, busying around certain parts of it like some kind of smoky time lapse movie. They had me switching the head torch on and off a bit.
But it was the gnome engines in the depths of the earth, way beyond the crack at the back of the cave that really gave me the fear.
( , Tue 27 Feb 2007, 22:35, Reply)
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