I think the last time I truly scared myself with my own writing was the scene in Equestrylvania, in which Twilight discovers all the dead foals in the boiler room. There's an upcoming scene in Equestrylvania: Cradle of Ruin that approaches that same level of terror, and you'll know which one that is the moment you read it.
But what truly terrified me was just tonight. I was working on that "Halloween Special" MLP Crossover (which I may or may not have mentioned in a previous blog post) while on the john at half past midnight. (I know, TMI, but this next part's important, k?)
So I finish the first chapter of the story, and as I finally wind down from my "writing mode" to read over my creation, it left me... spooked. Just, the whole thing. I literally walked out of my bathroom, netbook in hand, jumping at my sister's Halloween decorations because it's too dark to tell what they are. I've never been that terrified of my own work before.
Now I know how Stephen King felt when he wrote Pet Sematary... whoop, whoop, whoop, getting into Super Nerdy Mode, there, Fife. Better turn it down.
Anyway, working on editing that bitch. Hopefully have it up by Halloween. Or maybe even Dia de los Muertos. Who knows.