The Dark
17,000 writes: Everything bad happens in the dark. Tell us your stories of noises and bumps in the night, power cuts, blindfolds and cinema fumbling.
( , Thu 23 Jul 2009, 15:49)
17,000 writes: Everything bad happens in the dark. Tell us your stories of noises and bumps in the night, power cuts, blindfolds and cinema fumbling.
( , Thu 23 Jul 2009, 15:49)
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Halloween 2007
For a little background, I live in a fairly rural area. When it gets dark, it stays dark. None of these mod-cons like streetlights for me.
So anyway, it being Halloween, I’d spent most of the day drinking and watching movies that put me on edge. Following that, me and a few mates decided to hit the town then back to mine. Sofa, so good.
Got a taxi back and the only thing between myself and home sweet home was a quick walk up my lane. Any other time of year, this wouldn’t be a problem, but at this point I was rather jumpy. After a couple minutes of walking and silent reassuring, the familiar, welcoming glow of home came into view, leaving us feeling more relaxed.
Then, 2 noises in quick succession:
1 – The piercing scream of a shadowy figure jumping out towards us
2 – The unmistakable sound of 4 teenagers soiling themselves in horror.*
After half a second of rooted-to-the-spot fear, fight or flight instinct kicked in and I punched our would-be scaremonger/rapist right in the throat.
As it turns out, I had punched my father right in the throat. Daddy dearest thought it would be hilarious to jump out at us, with screwdriver in hand, and scream like a banshee.
Didn’t sleep much that night, but after boxers were changed and dad regained the ability to breathe, all was good in the hood.
*Messing of pants may or may not have taken place.
( , Wed 29 Jul 2009, 15:41, 1 reply)
For a little background, I live in a fairly rural area. When it gets dark, it stays dark. None of these mod-cons like streetlights for me.
So anyway, it being Halloween, I’d spent most of the day drinking and watching movies that put me on edge. Following that, me and a few mates decided to hit the town then back to mine. Sofa, so good.
Got a taxi back and the only thing between myself and home sweet home was a quick walk up my lane. Any other time of year, this wouldn’t be a problem, but at this point I was rather jumpy. After a couple minutes of walking and silent reassuring, the familiar, welcoming glow of home came into view, leaving us feeling more relaxed.
Then, 2 noises in quick succession:
1 – The piercing scream of a shadowy figure jumping out towards us
2 – The unmistakable sound of 4 teenagers soiling themselves in horror.*
After half a second of rooted-to-the-spot fear, fight or flight instinct kicked in and I punched our would-be scaremonger/rapist right in the throat.
As it turns out, I had punched my father right in the throat. Daddy dearest thought it would be hilarious to jump out at us, with screwdriver in hand, and scream like a banshee.
Didn’t sleep much that night, but after boxers were changed and dad regained the ability to breathe, all was good in the hood.
*Messing of pants may or may not have taken place.
( , Wed 29 Jul 2009, 15:41, 1 reply)
this reminds me of a tale
I had got off the bus from town, rather the worse for drink and was staggering up the hill to my folks' house.
Unbeknownst to me, my bro had got a lift back, beating the bus by a minute or so, and on hearing the bus drop me off had hidden in a hedge to surprise me in a similar fashion to the dad mentioned above.
As he leapt from the bush, screeching at me, I turned to him and calmly said "alright?"
no idea how I managed not to soil myself as I tend to jump out of my skin when someone unexpectedly opens a door that I'm about to go through.
( , Wed 29 Jul 2009, 16:05, closed)
I had got off the bus from town, rather the worse for drink and was staggering up the hill to my folks' house.
Unbeknownst to me, my bro had got a lift back, beating the bus by a minute or so, and on hearing the bus drop me off had hidden in a hedge to surprise me in a similar fashion to the dad mentioned above.
As he leapt from the bush, screeching at me, I turned to him and calmly said "alright?"
no idea how I managed not to soil myself as I tend to jump out of my skin when someone unexpectedly opens a door that I'm about to go through.
( , Wed 29 Jul 2009, 16:05, closed)
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