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?
(
chthonic, Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
« Go Back
Night of the living bedWhen I was young I had a real fear of something being in my wardrobe or under my bed, so much so I would have to check both before I went to bed. As the months went by I became more casual about this, and would just waggle my hand around under the bed to check there wasn't anything there (I know, logic would suggest that touching the zombie/Arthur C Clarke's "World of Strange Powers" ghost I imagined was there would be worse than seeing it, but so's thinking checking if its there would prevent it from eating me/stealing my soul).
So one night I go through my mildly obsessive-compulsive ritual only to touch a hairy, warm creature under the bed. Needless to say I nearly shat, and ran screaming downstairs. My Dad dragged me back up much to my squealing protests to discover the next door neighbour's cat had sneaked in to our house (never happened before or since) and chosen my bed as a hiding place. "He's more scared of you than you are of him", says my Dad. No. He wasn't.
Length? Enough, but its hairy.
(
paulieg La, la, la, not listening, Wed 28 Feb 2007, 14:40,
Reply)
« Go Back