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Originally Posted by Figwit
What a great thread
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I agree.
I've always loved the things that have scared the hell out of me. And because I have a pretty vivid imagination, walking down the corridor at night in my own home can become a thrill ride.
I sometimes wish a book could scare me the way I can scare myself.
However, talking about scary, my sister could very effectively scare me. She loves horror books as well and has an imagination much more terrifyingly vivid than my own. She would have dreams that she could remember in incredible detail and some of those used to scare the hell out me.
I remember once when I was living at home I had a friend over and I thought I heard noises outside. We both got rattled and went into her room to ask her if she heard the noises. If she had just agreed that would be scary enough. However, this is what she said (paraphrased):
"It sounds like someone has carefully picked individual twigs of exactly the same size so that they all make exactly the same sound and is slowly and deliberately snapping them one by one outside the window."
That ruined us for the rest of the night.
Regards
Caleb