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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In my grans house inireland when I was a kid. She was a typical Irish grandmother - sweet, absolutly doting and also very Catholic. As such, there were that many crosses and virgin Marys hanging from the wall that even the pope would consider it a bit over-the-top.
In the spare bedroom, where me and my two sisters slept when sent down to stay with her, there was a large black wooden fireguard with a white image of Jesus's face just as he was about to croke, with blood pouring from his crown.
Fucking hell, it was scary to look at in the day, but at night, the room was pitchblack apart from the moonlight hitting the fireplace and the luminous Christ in the corner.
The first night I noticed this is the same night I noticed that Jesus really scares the bejahsus out of me.
Length? Jesus wouldnt let me measure the fireguard.
(, Wed 28 Feb 2007, 14:57, Reply)
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