Cows.
Old watches? Eh? I’d love to hear the history on that one.
I don’t like those stairs without risers (I’m afraid of being sucked under the stairs).
Also…horses kinda creep me out.
hrrm Spiders creep the crap out of me.
Oh yeah and its also pretty creepy when I see disembodied heads of people I know floating in mid air that talk to me.
But I think I’m justified about the second one creeping me out.
Oooh, forgot my BIG one!
Carpet. Yup, carpet. I’ve seen carpet replaced enough times to know that it’s really gross under there. <shudder>
I wanna hear the story behind the ‘old watches’ thing, too!
Okay, the watches thing…
If it’s a really old watch, I feel like it could transport me (kind of like a time machine). But not in a cool or fun way…more like a really scary “abduction” or something. I know, it’s weird. Plus, they smell like old people.
anything touching or near the top of my back/ bottem of my neck. That gives me the worst heebi geebis.
Damnitall, old people smell good. Dead people smell bad.
Thanks to one of my Dad’s anime comic books (he loves comics), I’m forever creeped out by dark rooms. One episode I read at a young and impressionable age had a black-colored murderer with a tongue that reached all the way down his chest (it was a black-and-white comic book). He’d go around getting his jollies by killing young women. I was very paranoid for the next few years after that… still haven’t quite gotten over it.
Count me in on stairs. Especially all the narrow, steep, twisty ones they have around here, specially designed to take up the least space possible, and bonus points to the designer if they trip you up and pitch you headfirst to the bottom… :mad:
Stranger Butt Heat
Band Name!
I agree on the ‘stranger butt heat’ thing, that is gross! Especially on a toilet seat! I, for one, love a colf toilet seat reassuring me of the long time it has seen between uses…and furry toilets? I won’t use them…too nasty.
But I don’t really have any irrational fears. I hate spiders, but that is completly rational because they are the unholy spawn of satan sent to this earth to kill me.
Basements.
When my cat suddenly jumps up and looks at something that isn’t there.
Doors that close by themselves.
Closets.
(Why do I read these after dark)
Walking out of a dark room/hall, right after I switch out the light (suddenly I’m conviced there’s something right behing me…)
But I’ll happily wander around in the dark if it was already dark when I went in.
Dunking my head under the bath water, or when I pull my shirt over my head (again, suddenly I’m convinced there’ll be something right in front of me when I emerge)
When my cat tears down the hall right behind me when I just turned out the light.
definitely a theme here…
oh, why I don’t like frog-shaped garden statues: if they’re cement that’s fine, but if they’re the realistic kind they creep me out. My parents used to have one that had a key hidden in the bottom, because I was always getting myself locked out of the house, and once I grabbed it and it turned out to be A REAL FROG. And now every time I see a realistic frog-shaped garden statue I’m afraid it’s gonna jump at me.
Whenever I read/hear about something grabbing or sneaking up on a person from behind, I worry that something is sneaking up on me from behind.
Thanks a lot, snermy. glances nervously over her shoulder 
Just about anything to do with fingernails creeps me out. There was a commercial on tv for some movie that’s coming out (with Robin Williams, I think?), and they showed someone cutting the fingernail off of a corpse with scissors - I’m getting goosebumps just thinking about that scene. Fingernails getting filed, fingernails on china, fingernails getting snagged on things, fingernails snapping back and/or breaking, chewing fingernails…it all creeps me out. Oh, I almost forgot women with fake nails that have that thick, grungy build-up that you can see under their nails - ewwwwwww.
Another band name?
This is really going to spook you then: Frightened boy. Clowns, spiders, cossack music, Britney. :eek:
Stranger butt heat on the toliet bothers me, but not in chairs.
Any vehicle that follows me for more than three turns or lane changes.
People who chew gum with a blank look in their eyes.
The guy who walks around my neighborhood carrying a steering wheel in front of him like he is driving. He “parks” in front of an abandoned church I can see out my window all the time. He sets the steering wheel on the ground, and walks up the steps to the church door and sits to rest for a couple of minutes. He stops when he’s “driving” to let pedestrians cross in front of him, and he turns the wheel when he makes a turn, sometimes he even uses hand signals. I realize he has mental problems and that he’s probably harmless, but it still weirds me out sometimes.
Man, those dancing cossack crab-clowns blew my mind! I’m gonna have to send that to my sister. She’ll freak.
The dry/scratchy sound it makes when you rub a cotton ball between your fingers. shiver
Oh, and once I scrubbed my back with a back brush in the tub, put it aside, and then saw a huge spider unfold itself from the bristles. After I had been rubbing it all over me. Gah!