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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Scream IIJust to give you an idea of what a feeble-minded big gay I am, after watching Final Destination, for three weeks I was sure I would fall over, break my neck and die, horrific accident style.
So when I was a young lad and had just been to a midnight showing of the recently released Blair Witch Project walking home through the woods alone in the middle of the night probably wasn't the best idea in the world.
After a while of walking through the dense forestry I heard what sounded like a terrified scream in the distance, panicking I looked around trying to find the source of the terrible cry, assuming that somewhere out there a woman was being raped or killed and I had to rescue her. The screams and cries went on for several minutes and I searched everywhere I could, looking for the woman I believed to be in serious danger, before eventually giving up and getting the hell out of there before whatever it was came for me.
It turns out that when foxes mate the male fox's barbed penis expands to twice the size of the poor ladyfox's nether regions, to prevent it from escaping before he's finished. The resulting screams and cries from the vixen sound eerily human and scared the bejesus out of me.
I don't know which I find more terrifying, the screaming, or foxes' gigantic barbed cocks. Poor little old lady foxes.
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