That, or Chucky from Child’s Play. If, by some magic, O’ Brien were actually able to animate the doll so that it acted like it did in the movie…holy crap, I wouldn’t last two minutes.
My greatest fear is that I should post about my greatest fear on the internet where anyone could find out, anytime. Why yes Mr O’Brien and the whole internets I’m afraid of baby sloths! Really I am, they’re the only thing that scares me, honest.
Probably some way to make me feel like I was falling from a great height. That would make me scream like a small girl. Or, conversely, being locked in a small space with no way out.
A room where giant circular saws move in and out from the walls, floor and ceiling at random times and places.
Black, pointy spiders the size of my hand. Ugh.
I’m with Illuminati on this one… water. Do not like the thought of drowning.
A room full of rotting corpses.
A room where the floor, walls and ceiling are nothing but treadmills rolling at 30 mph… made of 60 grit sandpaper.
A room with one robot that has a rotating swing-arm, that does nothing but follow you around. The arm ends in a bunch of huge fish-hooks, right at nut-sack level.