
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 was doing 70mph (*) on the M6 in my clapped out old Nova. A Tesco lorry pulled out in front of me without indicating, so calmly, I pressed the brake pedal to put a decent distance between us and called the driver a few choice names... Except my brakes failed.
You know that feeling when your entire set of internal organs seem to turn to liquid?
I remember rather little after that, but my passenger assures me that I turned to her and said, without a wobble in my voice, "We might have a small problem...". I pulled onto the hard shoulder and let the car slow while changing down gears, then thank GOD saw a service station and managed to somehow to finally stop the car in the car park.
I then got out of the car and vomited copiously into a bin.
I still haven't told my mother about it, she'd ban me from ever getting in a car again, despite the fact that a) I'm 32 and b) her driving makes Ayrton Senna look like a model of road safety.
(*) Honestly, Officer...
( , Thu 1 Mar 2007, 9:25, Reply)
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