
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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i had a mate lived in welford-on-avon; a less than one horse town that had upgraded to geriatric mule status, one night going to visit said mate, i had to walk the last three miles to his gaff. Having poor night sight i was walking along the middle of the road attempting to follow the white lines (don't do it etc.) because there are big ditches either side of the road...(which on occasion I have slept in, due to alkerhol)When I heard a scream. not just a little scream, but a bloodcurdling, long howling pitch that caused deep fear. I ran to me mates house. all 2 miles+.
only for them to howl with laughter & the bastids wouldn't say why.
the next morning they took me to where I'd heard the scream. it was a lone donkey: scared witless of me passing by in the pitch dark night.
just cause I can't think of a knob gag, doesn't make me short of length.
( , Wed 28 Feb 2007, 13:09, Reply)
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