
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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Not too bad, you might think, until you realise that it was a consent form for the doctors to basically take any and all measures necessary to save my wife's life. (Everything turned out OK, BTW.)
( , Wed 28 Feb 2007, 15:58, Reply)
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