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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The cruel FrenchOn a family holiday, about 1981. On the way back home from the South of France we stop in a forest for lunch. After eating the usual baguette, cheese and foul French biscuits (they don't really "get" biscuits), we go for a little wander. In a clearing we find traps and lots of little finches in cages. So, being the English animal lovers that we are, we let them go, every single one.
Walking back to the car we pass a French bloke with a gun under his arm heading where we've come from. Oh dear. As we get into the car he turns up waving his gun and ranting what we can only assume were French obscenities. My father gets us the hell out of there in a cloud of dust, and then spends an hour taking random side roads and doubling back in case Birdman is trying to follow us.
We were glad to catch the ferry that night, out of reach of the gendarmerie.
(, Mon 26 Feb 2007, 17:56, Reply)
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