05-01-2005, 08:39 AM
You're so scared in terror films: irreal monsters, lots of gore, people killed in mysterious circumstances....
But what about terror in real life?
This last month I had 3 fucking experiences that didn't involve anything of the above but made my heart freeze as if I was seeing a terror movie.
Let me tell you:
-A month ago: I was waiting to cross an avenue together with dozens of people. A really creepy looking guy with wrinkly face and long,curly gray hair (and seemingly dirty) in front of me turned slowly, and of all the people there, he asked ME:
-Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss..................excuuuuuuuuuuuuse meeeeeeeeee.........but.......what day is today?
-29th March-I hastily answered, and looked at other side.
-Uh.....-he answered, and turned his back again at me. In the countless seconds I spent waiting for the green light, I saw out of the corner of the eye that he turned several times to look at me. Needless to say, when the light turned green, I ran like the wind over the avenue.
-Last Tuesday: I was coming back from work. In a construction work, all of a sudden, an enormously tall, dark skinned guy (again, dirty looking and with long, curly hair), dressed in bright orange, popped out a couple feet in front of me and walked in my direction. I almost fainted of the scare.When he passed at my side, he said: 'Chau, gordi'.
Explanation: Argentines aren't enormously tall, Argentines are not dark skinned, and Argentines don't dress in showy colors like bright orange. 'Chau, gordi' literally means 'bye, fatty' though it's just a way of adressing and doesn't mean the person adressed is fat. But the odd part is that is a figure of speech that is only used among high classes (this guy was in a construction work)
Very, very odd.
-Last Friday: I was about to take the subway. As I approached it, an old guy that looked like an executive (ie, elegantly dressed with a suit, a briefcase, and very clean (for once)) called me.
-Miss-he looked at me with odd, glassy eyes- Take me to the geriatric home. I need to go to the geriatric home.
Not only I was in a hurry, nothing crossed my mind of what to answer him, so I just sped away. I mean, the guy looked like anything but secluded in a geriatric. Man, how odd!!!
And now, using the best Tales of Destiny 2 style, I hereby adjudicate myself a new title: The Radiator Girl! (you know, the radiator is where all kind of bugs get stuck; if you ever did a long car trip, you'll know)
Dunno about you, but these 3 things scared the crap out of me, without monsters, gore or anything. Now I ask you: Did you experience some scare like this? Without monsters or gore?
But what about terror in real life?
This last month I had 3 fucking experiences that didn't involve anything of the above but made my heart freeze as if I was seeing a terror movie.
Let me tell you:
-A month ago: I was waiting to cross an avenue together with dozens of people. A really creepy looking guy with wrinkly face and long,curly gray hair (and seemingly dirty) in front of me turned slowly, and of all the people there, he asked ME:
-Meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesssssssssssss..................excuuuuuuuuuuuuse meeeeeeeeee.........but.......what day is today?
-29th March-I hastily answered, and looked at other side.
-Uh.....-he answered, and turned his back again at me. In the countless seconds I spent waiting for the green light, I saw out of the corner of the eye that he turned several times to look at me. Needless to say, when the light turned green, I ran like the wind over the avenue.
-Last Tuesday: I was coming back from work. In a construction work, all of a sudden, an enormously tall, dark skinned guy (again, dirty looking and with long, curly hair), dressed in bright orange, popped out a couple feet in front of me and walked in my direction. I almost fainted of the scare.When he passed at my side, he said: 'Chau, gordi'.
Explanation: Argentines aren't enormously tall, Argentines are not dark skinned, and Argentines don't dress in showy colors like bright orange. 'Chau, gordi' literally means 'bye, fatty' though it's just a way of adressing and doesn't mean the person adressed is fat. But the odd part is that is a figure of speech that is only used among high classes (this guy was in a construction work)
Very, very odd.
-Last Friday: I was about to take the subway. As I approached it, an old guy that looked like an executive (ie, elegantly dressed with a suit, a briefcase, and very clean (for once)) called me.
-Miss-he looked at me with odd, glassy eyes- Take me to the geriatric home. I need to go to the geriatric home.
Not only I was in a hurry, nothing crossed my mind of what to answer him, so I just sped away. I mean, the guy looked like anything but secluded in a geriatric. Man, how odd!!!
And now, using the best Tales of Destiny 2 style, I hereby adjudicate myself a new title: The Radiator Girl! (you know, the radiator is where all kind of bugs get stuck; if you ever did a long car trip, you'll know)
Dunno about you, but these 3 things scared the crap out of me, without monsters, gore or anything. Now I ask you: Did you experience some scare like this? Without monsters or gore?