Scared my self shitless
I while ago I was given the Japanese version of the ring (1&2). I decided to watch them back to back one night when Mrs Duck was out (she's not a fan of the horror flick). Normally horror films just make me laugh, now these didn't make me crap myself but they put me distinctly on edge.

Just when I'd finnished watching the 2nd one (no where near as good as the 1st) I heard a noise from the garden, my heart rate started to race, I crept towards the curtains, I head something again, I really started to brick it

I slowly moved the curtain to one side and peered out, as soon as I did a hideous, pale & haggared face loomed out of the darkness staring directly at me. I screamed and leapt back, apoplectic with terror!


.... it was my own reflection. The cats were chasing moths. I really can't believe I screamed!

Even though it was about 1am I watched the life of Brian & a couple of episodes of Black books to cleanse my mind of the fear
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 13:12, 4 replies)

Waaaaaiiiitt....
MY wife's called Mrs Duck.

She's been two-timing me, hasn't she?
( Scaryduck LIKES EGG, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 13:14, closed)

with a guy with a
"hideous, pale & haggard face"

hehe

Mrs Sittingduck
(sittingduck Attention seeking, bullshitting fuck-knuckle, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 13:21, closed)

...
Me emerging from a swimming pool looks exactly like that girl emerging from her well...


By "exactly", I mean "vaguely".
( Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 13:52, closed)

The second time I watched Ring
was with a friend who isn't generally a fan of horrifical type whatnottery and spent a goodly portion hiding behind a cushion, enfeared of the perils of a deadly video tape. 'Twas late at night (ish. Dark, anyway) and I felt the urge to visit the commode and acquire another ale.

I had yet to upgrade to DVD viewing on a regular basis at this stage, but had adopted the habit of pressing pause rather than stop. This had carried over to my tape viewing which, as we all know, is not particularly good for the tape when left for long periods.

Upon completion of my visit to the water closet and acquisition of more drunkenfuel, I returned to the viewing room. Just as I walked in, the tape leapt from juddery still to full sound and motion again! My friend enquired as to why I had taken the remote with me, whereupon I commented that it was on the desk in front of her, untouched by either of us! She screamed (well, squealed), hiding behind the cushion again, and refused to watch any more.

I was simply confused, as I'd forgotten that the recorder had a function to restart automatically after a short time on pause to stop damaging the tape.

All of my inexplicable experiences end like this. Curse my analytical brain.
(ThomsonsPier consumes, Fri 4 Jul 2008, 15:38, closed)