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» When were you last really scared?
The time i couldnt move...
I suffer from nightmares frequently where i can see a ghost, but cant shout/scream or move, i am totally paralysed.
It was an early summers night at my parents house while they were away in prague, i'd just got in from work and i set off straight for bed, i went into my room and i saw that my duvet was on the floor, now i hadnt let it like that, and there had been nobody in the house since i left. I marked it down to my laziness at making my bed, of which i promptly collapsed into, as it had been a tough day.
In the middle of the night, i was aware that i was not alone. footsteps. on the landing. outside my room. Thinking it to be burglars, i reached for my airgun like the quietest gun reaching for youve ever seen (heard). I crept to door, absolutley bricking it, i noticed that the footsteps stopped. Had they heard me? i went onto the landing. no-one there. Shit. searched the house. top to bottom, no sign of antthing EVER being there, let alone still be there, the doors were still locked, and no windows were broken. starting to get a different kind of scared.
i went off back to bed in a somewhat nervous state, i dont know exatly, but it felt like hour before i drifted to sleep.
But yet there it was again. Footsteps. Thats fucking breathing.
I can hear fucking breathing.
Out there on the fucking landing. I know its not fucking burglars either, and was i fuck going to find out. I lay there curled up like a fucking cashew nut, terrified out of my wits, with no-one to hear my scream, even if i could or wanted to. I must have lay there for hours until first light came, and i mustered the courage to close my eyes and drift off.
That night occured just as it does in my dreams, i cant move or scream for fear of it knowing of my presence...yet this was no dream, the gun laying by my pillow confirmed this upon waking up...
Length? You wouldnt be whining about length if you were there
(Thu 22nd Feb 2007, 20:53, More)
The time i couldnt move...
I suffer from nightmares frequently where i can see a ghost, but cant shout/scream or move, i am totally paralysed.
It was an early summers night at my parents house while they were away in prague, i'd just got in from work and i set off straight for bed, i went into my room and i saw that my duvet was on the floor, now i hadnt let it like that, and there had been nobody in the house since i left. I marked it down to my laziness at making my bed, of which i promptly collapsed into, as it had been a tough day.
In the middle of the night, i was aware that i was not alone. footsteps. on the landing. outside my room. Thinking it to be burglars, i reached for my airgun like the quietest gun reaching for youve ever seen (heard). I crept to door, absolutley bricking it, i noticed that the footsteps stopped. Had they heard me? i went onto the landing. no-one there. Shit. searched the house. top to bottom, no sign of antthing EVER being there, let alone still be there, the doors were still locked, and no windows were broken. starting to get a different kind of scared.
i went off back to bed in a somewhat nervous state, i dont know exatly, but it felt like hour before i drifted to sleep.
But yet there it was again. Footsteps. Thats fucking breathing.
I can hear fucking breathing.
Out there on the fucking landing. I know its not fucking burglars either, and was i fuck going to find out. I lay there curled up like a fucking cashew nut, terrified out of my wits, with no-one to hear my scream, even if i could or wanted to. I must have lay there for hours until first light came, and i mustered the courage to close my eyes and drift off.
That night occured just as it does in my dreams, i cant move or scream for fear of it knowing of my presence...yet this was no dream, the gun laying by my pillow confirmed this upon waking up...
Length? You wouldnt be whining about length if you were there
(Thu 22nd Feb 2007, 20:53, More)
» Why will you burn in hell?
I'm an Athiest but if i'm wrong i'm fucked
Wanked into a bible.
Genesis if you must ask.
(Thu 12th Jul 2012, 23:28, More)
I'm an Athiest but if i'm wrong i'm fucked
Wanked into a bible.
Genesis if you must ask.
(Thu 12th Jul 2012, 23:28, More)
» Strict Parents
Will Smith? Pah
My Mum Wouldnt let me watch Men In Black when i was 14!!!!!!!
(Sun 11th Mar 2007, 20:07, More)
Will Smith? Pah
My Mum Wouldnt let me watch Men In Black when i was 14!!!!!!!
(Sun 11th Mar 2007, 20:07, More)