Oh yeah I forgot two more. I’m afraid of public toilets when I go through the little room before the toilets because of that Event Horizon movie and I’m afraid I’ll go throught the door and keep on ending up in the same room at the other side.
I’m also afraid of psycho killers in the bathroom so I don’t pull the shower curtain across.
Tomcat (who has now proven his insanity)
Since I’ve SEEN one of my cats file his playthings away in my slippers, I’m quite sure that there might be a spider in one of them one of these days. My cat’s playthings include all sorts of things with too many legs, as well as his catnip mouse.
Everyone’s crazy, it’s just a matter of degrees. Myself, I can’t sleep alone in a room with an uncovered mirror. The reason? Your reflection hates you because it’s a puppet, trapped in an existence of servitude to your actions. If I leave the mirror uncovered while in the room alone, my reflection will get me while I’m sleeping and change places with me. If I’m not alone, then the reflections will fight amongst themselves to see who will get out first, and leave us alone. Covering the mirror prevents the reflection from crossing over.
Have you ever thought that maybe YOU’RE the reflection in the mirror and the real you is on the other side and you’re just mirroring his (or her) whole life and nothing you do is really your own decision, but the decision of the person in the mirror who controls your every action and that’s why sometimes you feel as if you don’t have any control over your life?
Just a thought.
Really Dumb Things That Creep You Out
Rush Limbaugh
And that’s a big second from the lovely and talented Mrs. B., who suggests I add Jesse Helms.
I just can’t resist a straight line.
Seriously, Diane, I’ve found spiders in my shoes, so that’s not so dumb. 
I’d just like to thank you, Tim, for adding to my psychoses. Now I’m never going to be able to get into my car in the dark again without a complete check of the trunk, rear seat, undercarriage, engine compartment, and wheel wells. And while I’m so busy checking my car, the psycho killer will sneak up behind me and knife me anyway.
Congradulations, that is one of the CREEPIEST THINGS I EVER READ!!!
ACK!!
I cant touch ive, or I will stick to it. My drinking glasses cannot touch in the dishwasher, or they make the ‘dry-glass-on-dry-glass’ sound, and my teeth shatter.
I also cant look out of a lit room into a dark yard through the window - there might be someone watching me that I cant see. I also dont open curtains quickly, I peer out of the corner in case there is someone right outside looking in.
Now I am going to go to bed and not sleep.
Thanks a freaking lot FEotU.
As if being in a dark room with a mirror isn’t creepy enough, what with Mary Worth and the Disappearing Head Phenomenon (stare at your reflection in a dark room to observe this). You’ve given me a whole new reason to not being in the aformentioned place with the aforementioned reflective object.
I hate you.
I have this fear of being alone and the TV, radio or lights coming on by themselves. Also my bedside clock flashing letters at me like “DIE” instead of the time.
The possums around here sometimes make loud breathing sounds which are very scary when you are laying in a dark room by yourself. My imagination turns it into some serial killer waiting outside my window, looking in and breathing heavily. shudder
I used to be afraid of looking at my reflection in the mirror when I was very young because my grandma used to tell me that if I look in the mirror too much, I’ll see the devil. I know it’s not true now, but a part of me is still traumatized by the thought.
Oooh! Sorry to post twice but I forgot my worst fear ever, which is having my feet touch the end of my bed. Why is this? Because when I was a baby and in my crib, something or someone would tickle my feet. And it wasn’t the nice, friendly tickling, it was the rough, painful, eeeevil tickling. I’m so scared by this now that I have to curl my feet up under me when I sleep because if I don’t, the ghost/scary monster/evil whatever will tickle my feet and pull me under the blankets to my death. Oh gods, this is giving me the shivers just thinking about it.
Anyways, carry on.
Another person deathly afraid of mirrors in a dark room, though the two of you have just made my fear 5874251 times worse. Thank you.
I also can’t stand dark water. Or looking at pictures of those evil icky deep-sea mutant fish… ewww ew ew ew. Shudder shudder.
Frogs freak me out… Even the little green “cute” tree frogs… I won’t go outside if I can see/hear one and I make a pretty good spectacle of myself tiptoeing out to my car at night desperately scanning the surrounding darkness for the merest sign of a…damn frog.
Oh - we also have phantom shagger in our house. Seriously when anyone is getting it on the whole damn house shakes, but even if you know no-one is getting lucky (ie you are the only one home - and it certainly isn’t you) it will sometimes shake (no breeze either)mmmm. We have a nymphomaniac ghost. Freaky but kinda cool. 
Staring into mirrors is so cool. When I was a freshman in college I used to experiment with tripping out my consciousness in all kinds of ways. I would get stoned on marijuana and stare at my reflection in the mirror for great lengths of time. As the rest of my face faded into the background, my dark eyes would become insanely big and bright, radiating some kind of maniacal energy. I guess 'cause it was my eyes looking into the mirror and focusing on themselves. I would see my face change into my father’s face, and then it would change into the face of a spirit entity totally unrecognizable to me. But my mustache stayed in the vision for some reason. It was a trip.
See, at that time, no one had told me it was supposed to be spooky or creepy, so I enjoyed it as mind expansion. I suppose if one tried it enough without proper caution, one could drive oneself to howling madness this way. But then shamans have always dared their sanity over the edge. As for me, I pulled back when it just got too weird. These days I don’t smoke marijuana any more, so when I try the mirror thing it doesn’t have the same intensity.
Once I tried it with a friend: we sat facing each other and stared into each other’s eyes and meditated. She told me our faces would disappear and be replaced by other faces. It didn’t work so well for me because my eyeballs started drying out. What I saw was her face which was familiar but without changing into a different face it became unfamiliar.
I can’t look in to a mirror in the dark or look at someone when it’s too dark to barely make out their features, I’m always scared I’ll see something change or shift.
I also do the 100 metre sprint up basement stairs.
When I’m pulling a blind down a dark window at night I have to do it really, really fast and not look out the window because I know I’ll see something racing up to the window to get me.
I can’t let my hand hang off the bed either, or a foot something will get me.
Lastly, I have to make my SO sleep on the door side of the bed. That way the boogeyman will get him first and when he’s chewing on him, I can get away.
Sorry two more:
When I’m rinsing my hair out in the tub that someone/thing will grab it from inside the drain and drown me.
Also when I’l in the shower rinsing my face that I will open my eyes and either: Have a monster nose to nose with me, or the water will have changed to blood.
Always afraid of someone sneaking up on me when I am splashing my face in the sink too and I’ll stand up and they will be right behind me :eek:
has anyone seen the movie IT? I still avoid getting to close to a gutter, and I had avoided using the sink as much as possible for years.
Oh God, I’d forgotten about mirrors. I guess, since I never ever keep one in my room, I’m not reminded of how much they creep me out. If I have to use the potty at night, I duck and run past the mirror so it can’t see me.
I remember when I was 8 or 9 I went to my friend Kate’s birthday party. It was a sleepover, and a bunch of the other girls got up at midnight to do that Bloody Mary thing. They all ran out screaming and it totally spooked me, even though I’m sure it was just a case of mass hysteria – somebody probably saw a mouse…
I can’t fool around with a woman with pictures of people around- especially pictures of my family.
I have an odd feeling their actually watching me.
I once was being… ahh… “entertained” by a gal in the living room of my parents house. In mid enjoyment I happened to look through to the next room and saw a portrait of my grandparents smiling and staring at me.
Her and I quickly moved downstairs where no family pictures reside.
To this day I won’t ‘perform’, as it were, with any pictures of people in the room. I either have to move them or put the picture face down. Odd.
By the way… I’m back!
When I was about 13, my room was covered in those celebrity fan posters. I think I had Jonathan Taylor Thomas and Jonathan Brandis, and several others. No matter where I was in the room, the eyes were shifted in my direction. I guess it’s just the way they took the picture,I don’t know. But it completely scared the hell out of me. I thought my pictures were alive. My best friend refused to change in my room, she thought the guys were watching her. Yes, we were an odd pair.
I used to have this fear of leaving my feet uncovered while I slept, like some sort of monster would come and get me.
Now I have this fear of big Ozone creatures coming to get me. (If ya wanna know, ask, and maybe I’ll start a thread about it).