When were you last really scared?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?
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chthonic, Thu 22 Feb 2007, 15:43)
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It's one of those OHNONONONONO fear momentsI'd gone north from Portsmouth to Blackpool to buy a van - a Bedford CF2 2.3litre, for those what care- and had spent the last daylight hours at the owners place, fitting a new fuel pump to it. It fired up, chugged happily (if deafeningly) and I ground it into first and set off on my merry way.
After about 20 minutes on the motorway, I realise it's pushing midnight and that I'll need some coffee if I even what to hit Birmingham that night, so I ease off the accelerator and turn into a service station. The ramp goes up sharply, but the weight of the van is rather large, so I tapped the brakes and whaddyaknow, my foot goes straight to the floor. Im cool, I know the score, so I change down a gear and gently tug the handbrake. The rear end immediately tightens up like a Scotsman when it's his round, and the van starts a slow, lazy 40mph spin. I turn into the skid, but the road is damp and the tyres are bald, and she slides just enough for the drivers front wheel to hit the high kerb. With a high centre of gravity. floppy suspension and fuck all in it except me, the van tilts, the engine roars once more and I can feel my bowels clench as we just teeter on the brink of going over.
And we do. CLUNK.
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Grrrmachine the indifference engine, Fri 23 Feb 2007, 6:59,
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