I drew a picture of a bee once, in MS Paint, that I was going to use to demonstrate in this thread, concerning these two posts, just what a screaming bee might look like.
It freaked me out so much I never posted it… until now…
:eek:
I don’t like driving behind a car carrier. I’m always convinced that the last car on top is going to fall off and land upside down on me and kill me.
I’ll slow down and change lanes to get away from a car carrier.
Yeah, it’s odd, but you asked.
Newspaper pages rubbing together. Also, the smell of newspaper makes my nose and throat close up.
I’ve been known to clean other people’s soap dishes. I can’t stand to see one all gunked up.
Wet, disembodied hairs. Even if they’re mine.
The psychedelic bit in the middle of of “Whole Lotta Love” by Led Zepplin.
I grew up in the Detroit area, and channel 50 had a show called “Double Creature Feature” or something like that every Saturday afternoon. They used that part as their theme song, and also played it as they were going to/coming back from a commercial break. If I was alone when they played it, I would run out of the room. Even to this day, whenever I hear that song on the radio it still creeps me out.
Thanks for the blast from the past. Used to watch that all the time.
Also, you’re SN is Jet Jaguar, you’re location is Monster Island and you talk about Creature Feature. Do I detect a pattern?
This is more a gross out than a freak out, but it’s the best I can come up with.
Cole slaw on hot dogs. I had never heard of this before I met my wife and her whole family does it. I’ve had to feign stomach problems when they do it because I could never eat while seeing someone eat that.
::shudder:: It hurts my teeth just reading that. I HATE those things - the sqeaky way they feel on your teeth…I’m sorry, I just can’t talk about it anymore
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And to add my own: the way those terra cotta planters feel. They’re so dry it makes me feel like they sucked all the moisture out of my skin just by touching them. It’s a creepy feeling
America’s Most Wanted.
You know that TV show where they put criminals names, faces and other identification on television, including their re-enacted scenarios that led up to the victim’s murder, et cetera?
Yeah. I could not sleep after I watched it ONCE when I was younger.
I had horrible dreams about criminals coming into my house to kill me when my mother left me home alone when she went to work (I was… five or six.)
What a wonderful show, eh?
Yummy! I like slaw on my dogs!
Something that really creeps me out is wormholes in wood. My dad made our dining room table, and it had wormholes in it. I don’t know why, but that just really gives me the creeps. I can feel chills running up my spine just thinking about it.
Those TV commercials and print ads about ugly yellow toenails. In one of them, they remove the toenail from the foot like it’s a door. EEEEUUUUWWWWW!
I’m determined never to buy this product.
I’ll see your:
singing belly buttons
“talking” babies
styrofoam rubbing together
all of pinkmirabu’s silverware squigs.
And I’ll raise you a:
Sound of skin lightly rubbing on carpet or concrete. Not when walking, but when people are sitting on the floor and idly run their hands or feet back and forth on the floor. Gah! Gah! twitch I seriously have to leave the room, because explaining my freakiness to people is just too embarrassing, and gets me nothing but blank stares of uncomprehension…
Ahhhhhh… I HATE that. I’m getting goose bumps just thinking about it. It’s worse than nails on a chalkboard, IMHO.
That bee is awesome, btw.
Wooden ice cream spoons. Was never much of a popsicle fan for the same reason.
My big one, though, is of the posters in the subways that hang from the roof of the car, like this one. You see, I’m just tall enough that the top of my head brushes ever so slightly against the bottom edge of these posters. My fear is that one day I’ll be stuck under one when the train is packed, and then a sudden lurch will push everyone to one side, causing my head to slide across the bottom edge of the poster and giving me a running paper cut going all the way across my scalp.
Jellyfish…and Electric Eels.
Did I mention jellyfish?
::shudder::
It’s not odd to me. I was stuck behind a car carrier on the Mass Pike between exits 2 and 3 during a blizzard one year. For those of you who haven’t driven that, it is a 30 mile stretch of highway with no exits, a rest area 25 miles in, and nothing else. And at the highest elevation on the Mass Pike. The day I was driving they hadn’t bothered to plow, even though there was something like 3 inches of snow in the lane that wasn’t kept clear by traffic… and I was stuck behind this car carrier, swaying and shimmying all through that stretch of road. It was HELL.
My odd phobia is bellybuttons. Especially anyone, or anything touching my belly button. Though I hate looking at any belly button, it’s when something comes close to touching mine that I get all twitchy. Makes cleaning a bitch, I have to say.
Oh god, that just made me shudder. Uggh.
One thing I hate is tissue paper or paper towels rubbing against teeth or gums. The sound, the “feeling” of it (even if I’m not the one doing it), just really creeps me out.
I’ve mentioned this several times before but I can’t stand globs of mayonnaise. Eugh! Mayonnaise is one of the reasons I like cole slaw so much (NOT on hot dogs!) and it’s a must for turkey sandwiches the day after Thanksgiving when spread thinly, but globs of the stuff give me the willies. If I order a sandwich somewhere and it comes out with globs squishing out the edges, I want to gag. I have to force myself to eat it because it would be rude to send it back when it’s my phobia that is the problem.
I also hate it when someone moves their dentures around in their mouth. It’s gross. Dentures should stay put and that is that!
I hate using dental floss. To me that is like fingernails on a chalkboard!
I like bugs in general. They’re interesting critters. But cockroaches gross me out. I lived for two months in a heavily infested place years ago. Recently I moved to an apartment building that has a tiny problem with those teeny black ants that like sugary things. I cooked dinner for my Dad and my sister a few weeks ago and found a couple dozen of ants prowling about on the kitchen floor afterward. I started getting the cockroach heebie jeebies and had to remind myself that itty-bitty ants are not cockroaches and that they’re just going about their itty-bitty anty duties. I even apologized to them as I squished them and worried about what this would do to my karma. A few more came by the next day and the next, but I’ve been pretty any-free since.
You can probably tell I don’t live in Florida or some equally buggy place. 
Most bugs in western Washington have the good sense to stay outside or at least, out of sight.
I stayed at a friend’s house recently and was so grossed out by his guest shower I had to clean it. Thankfully, he’s known me for years and wasn’t insulted. It had to be done. 
Why must people clip their fingernails at work? It’s the most disgusting sound ever. I have to leave the room until they’re finished. How can they think anyone would enjoy that noise?
The other thing that freaks me out is people who talk on their cell phones in large public toilets. I mean, there’s a girl in the next stall chattering away and I’m thinking, “What if I have to flush? Should I just do it?” My general rule: I don’t talk to someone on the john unless I’ve known them for 10 years or more, and I certainly don’t talk to them IN A PUBLIC RESTROOM WHERE OTHER PEOPLE ARE PEEING AND POOPING.
Sheesh.
You know, I think that was on HBO once. Oddly enough, I was watching whatever was on, along with my stepmom, brother, and dad. When the singing penis came on, it was uncontrolable laughter by all for about 5 minutes.