I am an Atheist and as sceptical about supernatural phenomenon as the next man, but I’ll admit - since watching Donnie Darko I sometimes have to scan my bedroom (particularly behind me) to make sure there isn’t a 6’ foot rabbit standing there.
And I don’t have any mirrors in my room for a very good reason.
And yes, I avoid stepping on cracked paving stones and walking under ladders.
Nah, I don’t get easily creeped out…except by that little dead girl who stands on the other side of the shower curtain and watches me with her glassy, dead eyes whenever I close my eyes.
Other than that, no.
I wouldn’t say I’m easily creeped out, but I have learned not to watch scary movies on nights when the house will be empty. Even after watching a movie as horrendously awful as Gothika, the little sinister, dark part of my brain had woken up and started whispering to me about how there could possibly be a ghost laying in bed next to me.
Those nights, I tend to sleep sitting up, with the lights on. I can be so silly sometimes.
Naaa, not really.
Except I do occasionally have to scan the area I’m in for Buick-sized spiders. But that’s just a precaution.
Sometimes in the mornings, when I walk from my house to my car. Especially in the winter.
We live far away from any neighbors. Our house is in heavily wooded mountains. Sharp, angular pine trees all around, swaying in the wind.
It’s always dark when I leave for work in the winter. No lights, except from our own house, and maybe the moon behind the mountain. Or maybe it’s shining through the trees.
With the wind blowing over the snow covered ground it feels so damn isolated. So cold and lonely.
I know my dog is watching me from the house, I can barely make out the white of her chest at the bedroom window. She is always the last one to see me until I get to work.
I’m easily creeped out by things like snakes, rats, and bats (flying rats). I’m only creeped out by horror movies if they’re more psychologically-creepy than they are creature-creepy.
I also have a fingernail/toenail “thing”. Bending one back or ripping one makes me shudder involuntarily. There was a thread not too long ago about one of those horrible commercials where the cartoon fungus lifts up the toenail and…::shudder::
[sub]And I’m still a little afraid of the dark, but I don’t know why.[/sub]
I’m not normally creeped out very easily, but one night when my insomnia was acting up, I watched “The Ring”. :eek: I don’t watch “scary” movies, so this one really creeped me out. I wouldn’t sleep without a light on for days.
The thread was by me! I absolutely share your ‘thing’!
Even something totally mundane as seeing people barefoot by a pool makes my brain wander, and I cringe. Especially if it’s someone lying face down (so as to tan their back) I imagine their toenails catching on the hard poolside floor and breaking off. AHHHHH"!*&
And kids running around barefoot. AHHHAH%^$! a toenail disaster waiting to happen.
Link to the toenail thread? I hate that freaking commercial.
“I’m Diggah, da dermatophyte!”
sound of scrambling for the remote before The Toenail gets ripped off
95% of the time I am almost impossible to creep out. Scary movies don’t bother me, even alone in the middle of the night, strange noises don’t freak me out, and I love for my bedroom to be utterly pitch-black when I go to bed.
5% of the time my imagination runs wild and I want to kick my own ass.
Ever since I was a kid, I imagine that when I’m washing my face before bed, “Something” appears in the mirror that’s going to attack me from behind while my eyes are closed. I guess I must have seen it in a movie or something, because I’ve always imagined this.
As a grown adult, I generally ignore this stupid impulse to open my eyes and check, but I can’t help still…checking. Yeah. There’s Audrey, rinsing her face off and looking in the mirror the moment she’s through to make sure a little dead kid or a ghost or a monster hasn’t just wandered down the hall into the bathroom to attack her.
I guess I could just close the bathroom door, but then I’d be phobic.
:rolleyes:
What creeps me out, haunts me and I can’t avoid it. Fortunately, it does not visit too often.
Lobsang: Nnnnnnnnnngggggggh! Brrr!
Audrey: It wouldn’t matter, of course. I usually shower with the door closed, but I always imagine that creepy, gray little dead girl standing there anyway.
Oh, and I once read a story about a guy waking up in a “haunted room” of a house and staring into the eyes of a horrific demon lyng next to him. That would suck.
Ah yes…and then there’s what really happened to my mom one night. She was standing at the kitchen sink washing dishes. All the kids were asleep, and my dad was out of town. She paused for a sec, and looked up, out the window in front of her. There was a strange man standing there staring back at her. :eek:
Good god, I don’t get creeped out either, but Ogre, the story about your mom freeks me out. Looking out a window and seeing somebody looking in has always been a fear of mine, especially since I grew up in a very isolated area.
When I was young and impressionable, the story of Bloody Mary made its rounds in my class. I told my mom about it, and she made the situation worse by saying that it would work (saying “Bloody Mary” in front of the mirror 3 times) but only because of suggestion–suggestion, she explained, is how the devil takes your soul.
In hindsight, it doesn’t make much sense, but it scared the fuck out of me at the time. As a result, mirrors in dark bathrooms still freak me out, and I avoid them at all costs.
Long ago my younger sister had a slumber party and like fools we silly girls did the Bloody Mary thing along with Light as a Feather. Half the group was convinced that BM was going to kill us before daybreak the other half was trying to float to the ceiling.
Walking home this occured to me:
Playing Splinter Cell (I’ve completed all three) gives you an appreciation for the dark places. You quickly grow to feel drawn to them. Apparently I seem to have brought that appreciation into real life. Walking home and looking into the dark places I normally feel fear (wondering what’s lurking) but today I saw the dark places and felt drawn to them, like I want to lurk there myself, and try to hide my shadow and profile from view.
I didn’t of course. That type of thing might look strange. And unfortunately my infra-red stealth goggles haven’t yet arrived in the post.
There are so many things that creep me out I don’t think I could list them all.
At night when I sleep I have to sleep with my back to something all the time.
When I shower I know when I wash the soap off my face something is going to peep at me from around the curtain.
I’m afraid of things looking at me. When I go to work it is always dark, and I just know right before I open the truck door I’ll be grabbed.
When I get to work I am the first one there and it’s dark, I always think I see things out of the corner of my eye.
I know it’s all irrational and I try to tell myself that I’m being silly, but the inner child in me refuses.
Oh and prank phone calls REALLY creep me out. When I was younger, I’d say 12, I had been left home alone for just a bit. I had come out the showering just wearing a towel and the phone rang. It was this guy who was all, “what are you wearing?”
Me: Uh, what?
Him: You don’t have to tell me, I can see the cream colored towel from here.
Me: SCREEEEAAAAAMMMMM followed by locking all the windows and doors, then huddling in the corner untili my mom came home.
What is this Light as a Feather? I didn’t grow up with it, nor Bloody Mary, but
Yes.
Came back January this year, and I stopped washing my face the usual way (with soap and water, sans eyeglasses, leaning over the sink) but switched to makeup remover and a washcloth. Shudder.
As a kid, we didn’t have the Bloody Mary story, but something similiar, maybe, involving a dark room, a candle, and staring at your image in a mirror.
That kicks the kid/adolescent imagination into overdrive, let me tell you.
I get creeped out moderately easily. Of course, horrible coincidences don’t help matters.
Because of my wondrous ability to get creeped out, I generally avoid horror movies like the plague, however a friend of mine dragged me to see Texas Chainsaw Massacre with her (the version with Jessica Biel). While someone’s getting an axe to the back, there is a Bugs Bunny cartoon playing in the background. I came home around 3 in the morning after seeing the film, turned the TV on…and that very cartoon was the one that was playing. shudder
When I was a little girl, my best friend was Catholic, and she had all the guilt and fear of hell that goes with it. She told me that you could get posessed by the devil just by letting him into your mind. That freaked me the hell out, but I asked her to explain. She told me that you were safe as long as you were thinking about Jesus or the Virgin Mary, but as soon as you thought about Satan, he would come and get you. Well, as soon as she said that, I couldn’t think of anyone but Satan. Geez. Later, when I asked my mom about it, she told me that you had to tell Satan to come and get you in order to be posessed. What do you think went through my mind then? Yup, all I could think of was “Satan, come get me,” followed by massive guilt and silent prayers to God to protect me. Seriously, I scared myself constantly for an entire summer thinking about the devil. Even now, if my mind wanders to Satan or demons or hell, I get a little freaked out, and I’M NOT EVEN RELIGIOUS.