I know this thread has been done before, but what the hell.
I live out in the country where it is nice and dark. I have taught myself how to back out of my long, curved driveway without looking out the back window or mirrors. There is something scary in the way the backup lights shine through the exhaust onto the big bushes next to the driveway :::shiver::: I know it is only my imagination, but I know if I look I am going to see a bloody monster with red glowing eyes standing there waiting to make eye contact.
I have never been able to slowing climb an entire flight of stairs coming from a dark basement. As hard as I try, by the time I get half way to the top I am hauling ass. I’ve never seen him but I know that the monster who lives in my driveway bushes also frequents the basement. He is coming up behind me trying to grab my legs.
I always have to shake my shoes before I put them on - just to get all of the poisonous spiders out before I put my foot in. I’ve never seen one, but I know they are there.
Never EVER will I look out the window onto my dark backyard at night. Stephen King’s ‘Salem’s Lot put the fear of window peeking vampires into me and I have yet been able to shake it.
I can not force myself to drink water from the bathroom tap. I know, it comes from the same place, but it is STILL bathroom water.
Never, ever, ever, let your legs touch the underside of restaurant tables. Ninety-nice percent of the world’s chewed gum and booger population lives under there.
Just so you don’t think you’re the only insane one out there…
I can’t ever let my arm hang over the side of my bed when I’m trying to fall asleep. For some reason I have this irrational fear that the hobo clown underneath my bed will see my arm hanging over, grab onto it & successfully maim me.
What freaks me out is when I’m in the house all alone and it’s so quiet you can hear a pin drop, then the house creaks and moans with the wind or something. Geez, I know its just inanimate noises, but I hate it! :o
Used disposable baby diapers sitting in a puddle, by my car, in a hot parking lot, right after a summer rain when all is hot, steamy and stinking.
Dark water, like in deep canals. I just know that there are nasty things with teeth and fangs down there in the muck and slime, waiting for me to fall in so they can pounce. I don’t care if idiots swim there now and then, creatures lurk among the rotted twigs and logs, in the sticky, slippery black mud that leads up to the over grown banks.
It gets even worse around the dams, with those big steel clamshell, rusty, gray painted gates closed all but a foot or so with dark water rushing through the gap at the distant bottom. Thoughts of falling in and getting sucked down and trapped there make me get off of the dam – by walking in the exact middle. Even with the gates closed, I get jumpy, thinking of the nasty things all teeth and fangs slithering along the quagmire of mud deep down below where the steel meets the cement, waiting for someone to drop in. Gates wide open doesn’t help much either, with the torrent of muddy runoff streaming through the gaps, to vanish down the deep, lumpy, over growth covered canal bed, from which sharp things like stumps, parts of rusted cars and chunks of rebar studded cement lurk.
Diane! I cracked up reading this. Can I sig it? Oh please oh please oh pretty please with chewed gum and boogers on top???
Anyway, I’m another one that gets creeped out by the house noises. The house was built five years ago, so I think it’s settled by now. Yet I still hear creaking noises from the attic, except they sound more like footsteps :eek: And I only hear them in the bedroom. At night. :eek: :eek: There were lots of Cherokee in the area a long time ago, and before the sub-division was built it was all forest. So, obviously, there are spirits in the house, right?
Oh, and my radial arm saw. Every time I use it, I visualize the blade snagging the wood and pulling my hand into it’s path. That kind of creeps me out, yeah…sure does. Also makes me be damn careful, too.
The thing that creeps me out the most this time of year are those maniacal wooden nutcrackers. Their soulless, painted eyes, their big sharp teeth. The creepy way the look at me…they’re like evil undead sentries, guarding every Hallmark and Carlton in the Mall. Their eyes follow me unblinking, and I know if I look back (don’t look back, don’t look back) I’ll see one move ever so slightly. See him move just enough to know it was me he was looking at, me he was baring his teeth at. I feel their unholy gaze boring holes in my back, and I know, I mean I just know, one day they will come after me, expressionless faces with wooden teeth clacking, walking stiffly on unjointed legs, until they get me, and bite off chunks of my flesh with those horrible, horrible teeth.
This happened to me once. My ex and I were coming home, and the headlights shone directly into the beady red eyes of a rather large possum chowing on our trash. Ick.
Somewhere I posted how my GF likes to mess with me ever since she saw how grossed out I got when she took her contacts out. I can’t stand to see someone touch their eyeball like that!
I also get creeped out by myself at my parents’ house. I was house sitting over Thanksgiving and it was just me and the dogs in the house. I was downstairs (They have a finished basement) watching TV when I heard walking around upstairs and then a cupboard opening. I couldn’t remember if I had locked the front door or not. So I went to the baement storage room, grabbed a baseball bat and crept up the stairs, staying close to the walls so they wouldn’t creak. I jumped through the doorway and found . . .
My damn dog headfirst in the cupboard under the sink, eating dog biscuits cuz I hadn’t closed the door to the kitchen.
I get grossed out by Big League Chew (bubblegum flavor only). I had a disturbingly vivid dream about 12-13 years ago while in college about it. It was pink, in the package, had an indescribable smell (not strong, just evil smelling) it was wet, like it had already been chewed, and had white grubs in it. Even though I did not touch the stuff, it had a texture too. I have weird dreams sometimes. This was one of the weirdest.
I am a very jumpy individual, and get scared easily (scared, meaning surprised). At night, there will be times when the jump factor is at the all time high. The only problem is I have four cats and cats are masters at being quiet and surprising you. That’s why, in bed, I sometimes pull the blanket over my head so I won’t be surprised if a cat jumps onto my bed.
I get freaked out by the hallway outside of my room, at night. It’s just so long and so creepy. Plus there’s the suspsicion that I have a ghost in my house, that doesn’t make things any easier.
Sometimes during the winter there will be birds in the top part of our house, our “attic.” They’ll scratch around at all hours during the night. Freaks me out.
When I was little, I watched one of the Friday the 13th movies. I think it was the second one, where Jason takes a knife and stabs it through the top of the bed into the sleeping person onto of it. Sometimes I will remember that as I am trying to get to sleep.
I keep the door locked when I take a shower because of the movie Psycho.
And, one more: sometimes I will think of the fact that death is like being asleep. This used to get to me a year or two ago, and will now, if I think about it real hard.
The moral of this is that I am the biggest scardy cat ever, my imagination is too big, and I read too much Stephen King and watch too many horror movies.
Ok, this one is really stupid, but bottle caps creep the heck out of me. Touching one is like touching a pile of dog feces for me, it just makes me want to gag.
I don’t know why, its a thing I’ve had as long as I can remember. I used to be afraid of all caps, but due to the necessities of life, I conquered most of my fears, like the ones on milk jugs, orange juice, etc.
But I won’t touch those things on pop bottles unless I have to, and I won’t touch ones that come on beer, period. I use Kleenex if I have to pick one up.
Clowns. They’re creepy. It’s not that they’re happy all the time. It’s that you’d be happy all the time, too, if your smile was painted onto your face.
I cannot look out my window into the dark of night. I am afraid of the faceless man, a faceless rotting man who will be walking across my lawn through the cover of darkness, and who will see me looking out my window and become aware of my presence. He will break through my window and eat me. Or worse, I will look out, see him, and run back to my bed in fear. Nothing will happen, and finally I’ll venture back to the window and look out, to find that he is standing with his rotting face-lack pressed to the glass, staring at me though he has no eyes.
when everyone’s asleep before me. No, let me clarify. When all sign’s of people being awake are turned off (id est a tv, a light, a radio), and I’m still awake, and I’m in my bedroom by myself. I either have to keep a light on all night, or the tv, or something. If one of the above awakens someone in the house and they come to my room to yell at me, all the better, because that means someone is awake besides me.
I’m not nearly as bad as I used to be though.
What, the black widow spider with a six-foot leg span, the unidentified Thing With Tentacles, the alien waiting for his turn to abduct you don’t bother you, you’re worried about a freaking hobo clown?
I have a hard time being in a dark room with a mirror.
And basements- I can go anywhere but near the furnace. The boogeyman lives behind the furnace.
I get creeped out when fat old grand aunts want to clutch me to their pillowy bosoms. Can’t duck it at funerals without “insulting the dead’s memory”, according to my mom, but I still fight it.
I always have to look behind the door when I go into the toilet because there’s an assasin or some psycho waiting to kill me.
I was scared of going to the toilet when I was 8 because The Host is waiting in the bowl to bite my bum and kill me with its parasite thingies.
I also can’t stare at the ceiling when I go to sleep because I’m scared of getting sleep paralysed.
When I get into my car at night after work to head home (this is at about 9pm), I always have to check the back seat to make sure there isn’t a psycho killer back there waiting to knife me.
I get creeped out by people licking popsicle sticks. Or biting cloth (towels, shirts, etc.). I don’t know why. They both give me the chills and stimulate my gag reflex. Of course, now my girlfriend has to bite the pillows every night before we go to bed. For a few brief moments every night, I am in Hell.