
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'll spare you the backstory, but I had to drive from the Eden Project to Looe (to pick up some people) and on to Exeter. With an engine that was acting up severely (sounded/felt really rough, massive loss of power, and the injection warning light glaring at me) - I spent the whole three hours or so worrying that the car wouldn't make it. I suppose it's not fear for my life by any stretch, but I was still quite scared not only of generally getting stranded in the middle of Cornwall, but also, more specifically, that the engine would decide to seize up while I was doing 90 (downhill) on the dual carriageway, or some similarly spectacular failure mode... while trying not to show this to the five other people in the vehicle. Well - not too much, I did tell them that I was having engine trouble.
( , Wed 28 Feb 2007, 22:52, Reply)
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