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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ChildI'm inspired to write this one up as I was actually terrified and scared shitless.
I'm a hopeless parent - Well, ok, not that hopeless. Not that I see my son often often but that's another story.
Anyhoo.
He had not long started crawling and was quite pleased of the fact. Crawled damn fast too.
I'd just carried him, Mr Giraffe and a book upstairs. Fine. Put down child, Mr Giraffe and book, quite proud of myself too.
"Ok", thought I, "Child, check. Book, check. Stairgate. Uh. No."
My little boy had crawled to the top of the stairs, sat up and was sat there really proud of himself. I froze. He grinned and tilted sideways.
Needless to say I was terrified - not nearly as terrified as when he did the tilt thing as he tilted towards the stairs and went down. Head first. All 14 steps. Slid all the way down, round the corner and landed in a heap at the foot of the stairs, hotly pursued by me.
He was utterly distraught as was I - I was terrified that I may have killed my son by letting him fall down the stairs, etc.
He was ok, no injuries or anything - Not that I took him to hospital as he seemed ok.
It wasn't nice and I wouldn't wish that on anyone.
(, Wed 28 Feb 2007, 14:32, Reply)
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