the edge of scary

Getting scared for the first time in a while.

Walking through Windsor Great Park in the afternoon and there's this dog, Alsatian type dog, the kind that looks enough like a wolf to put me quite nicely on edge. I don't like dogs. I really don't like this kind of dog.

Getting lost in Windsor Great Park, accepting a lift, the two of us, from a complete stranger. It's not the man driving that scares me, but the dog in the back of the car that I don't see until I'm sat down, strapped in and we're driving away. Same kind of dog. This man whose car I'm in could be any kind of psycho; the dog scares me.

Back on campus, Rachel calls to warn me that there was another attack last night, that the guy with the hammer got a girl on campus. On campus? As in, right here?

Talking to security guards, the rumour mill is spinning. A girl got grabbed on Wednesday, yeah, but she got away fine before anything could happen to her. Outside her halls, the bit of grass between Reid and the Geology department... We're thinking, here, these are our halls, this is our campus, and there's this geezer with a hammer... Now it's getting personal.

Getting back from the union, walked home by security, locking my door behind me with real intent. Now there's something to be afraid of, it's getting scary for the first time, there's some guy out there and there's these girls walking round, too drunk to speak, tits and arses hanging out, wandering on their own, waiting for a man to care for them.

Scary indeed, more ways than one.