Scariest imagery you can imagine?

[MrPeabody]

My greatest fear is death from my own stupidity.
For example

You are an accomplished scuba diver but you break the buddy rule to go into an underwater cave. You enter a narrow tunnel and can see a larger room just beyond. As you scrape along the narrow space and enter the larger one, your flippers stir up 10,000 years of silt. Now your vision is completely obscured. You then feel along the bottom for the exit and make your way back with panic rushing you along. After 20 feet you realize the tunnel is a dead end and now you don’t have the air needed to make it to the surface.

At this point you know you are going to die. But you still have time to think about how your act will affect your children and wife, knowing you will never see them again, while the horror of your own mortality fills you. But the worst is knowing you are getting close to that final breath of air… holding it in, knowing your next reaction will be to inhale water and dreading the cold burning of it as it fills your lungs…. and the panic that ensues as you wait for death.

Yes I had a bad dream about this.

[Gravity]

Nah, no drugs here, just the after-effects of some pretty heavy-duty nightmares that started when I was a teenager and continued (different every time) until a few years ago.

Here’s one that I wrote out a couple of years ago, pretty much the one that still springs most easily to mind.

I wake up and look at the clock. It’s 2 AM, and I’m really thirsty. I get up and go to the refrigerator to get something to drink. Everything is normal, there is absolutely no sign that I’m dreaming. I pour a glass of milk, and stand there drinking it, when I feel something behind me in the kitchen. My back is to the room and I can feel something big and dark watching me. When I get up at night I never turn on the lights, it is so dark in the kitchen that you can feel it in front of you like fog. suddenly in the darkness I catch just the glimmer of eyes…about 6 or 7 feet off the floor. I drop the glass and try to run for the bedroom, but just inches away from the doorway It grabs me, and I can feel it’s claws and hear it breathe…

…And then I wake up, safe in my bed with a start. Breathing heavy, heart hammering, all the normal things that you would expect. I look at the clock. Still the middle of the night. I relax back into bed, just happy to be awake. I think about the dream that I just had, and say to myself “gee…In the dream I was at my mom’s house…I should have realized I was dreaming. That was dumb.” I roll over on the bed, and realize that my hand is in something wet and cold. I open my eyes again and strain to see what it could be, and in the faint light I can only see that it’s dark and I feel that it is sticky. I reach over to turn on the light with my dry hand, not knowing what it could be. The light clicks on, and I see a pool of blood on my bed…and more on the floor, and the walls…probably a gallon of what is most definately blood splashed around most violently. I freeze in stomach-clenching terror with my hand still on the lamp. Then I hear a very soft sound from under the bed…

…And I sit bolt upright in bed, gasping. The first thing that I do is make sure that there is no blood, then I lay back, breathing heavy and still absolutely terrorized by that horrible dream. I calm down for about 10 minutes, then I start to analyze the dream. “I don’t even have a bedside lamp…that really should have tipped me off…I’m so silly.” I’m quite wide awake from the nightmare, so I get up to do some reading. “There’s no way that I’ll be able to go back to sleep tonight. That was just too creepy.” I pull out a book and turn on the light, settling in for some nice soothing reading, but there’s something that strikes me as not quite right…the ‘nightmare feeling’ creeps up on me slowly, and I don’t quite realize when it began, but I know that something is very badly wrong. Unable to help myself, I quietly close my book and pad to the door. I listen intently, barely breathing, but hear nothing. I ease the door open a crack…and it’s pulled open fully by sharp-nailed fingers that wedge themselves between the door and the frame. Right in front of me I see something hideous…and I’d let it in. If I hadn’t opened the door, it would have at least taken a little longer to know that I was there. I look at it and I know that It’s going to kill me. I look into it’s eyes…

…and I wake up, shivering in my bed.

This time I’m really awake. Everything is really fine, but I can’t bring myself to quite believe it fully. I have lain awake after one of these dreams for a full hour, just waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for the monster, or the disaster, or the feeling of not-right to show itself.
It’s a really terrible feeling when you don’t know if you’re asleep or awake, if the things that are happening to you are really happening or if you’ll just wake up again soon.
It may be a holdover from childhood, but I’ve never really believed that monsters don’t exist in real life, so it’s not as easy as saying ‘if that is a monster then I must be dreaming.’

Anyway, I’m pretty sure that having one or two of these a year for about 6 or 7 years has altered the very essence of scary for me.

[Morgs]

Ack! Sorry… :eek:

I’ve found the only way to deal with these fears is to think about them in a safe environment (say, the middle of the day). That way you don’t run the risk of such an image popping into your virgin mind just as you turn out the light to sleep. If you in fact read my post alone, late at night… I apologise profusely.

We need some sort of ‘Horror Warning’, like a spoiler warning…

[Nichol_storm]

The front door has glass window-panes in our house. The other night I heard our dog scratching to be let in so I walked over to open the door. As I reached for the knob I looked through the pane to see him, and thought to myself how scary it would be if it wasn’t my dog at all on the other side, but some stunted crouching demon lying in wait for me to crack open that door. I could almost see it’s huge black eyes…

[Capcha]

How about this:

You’re there, sitting in front of your computer…and you feel something behind you. As you turn around just to check (and tell your mind: “see? nothing there.”) when you see it . Be it a beast, dead person, ghost or the unimaginable, leaning on the wall behind you.
Suddenly, it looks up at you and rushes towards you at incredible speed, making a horrid noise and changing to something worse.
All you could do is just sit there, watching it come.

Or as you go up the stairs (say you live alone or are the last one up so you must turn off the lights as you head to your bedroom) and know, just know that something is going to rush up right behind you in the dark.

How about opening your eyes, as you are in bed, and that thing is just inches from your face?
Yeah, i’m a little nuts.

[sleeping]

@Gravity

Here’s one that I wrote out a couple of years ago, pretty much the one that still springs most easily to mind…

So you had a dream in which you were dreaming about a dream? Whoa. That’s weird.

I can certainly see how something like that would affect your sense of reality.

[Morgs]

This kinda relates to what happened to shhh zzzz after reading my first post here… I think the most frightening thing you can experience is the knowledge that you aren’t able to reign in your thoughts or curiosities when they move onto things that frighten you.

There’s never a conscious effort to avoid it, but the idea will come from somewhere and you get that sinking feeling and KNOW that you’re going to remember. The knowledge that, when it comes to the desire to know what’s scratching at the door, or to know what just brushed passed you… what I’m afraid of is knowing that no matter what, curiosity will get the better of me and I’ll turn around to see something I very much DID NOT want to see.

I guess I get this from being ‘investigative’ when it comes to being scared. Say if I hear a mysterious noise in the night. I’ll get up and walk through the house until I discover the cause of the noise, and only then do I go back to bed. The alternative: to convince myself that ‘it was nothing’ seldom works because I just wind up filling my mind with thoughts of what horrible beastie it could be. The fear of finding something you very much did not want to find, only because you just HAD to know what was making that noise. That’s what I’m afraid of.

[Guinastasia]

Anyone ever see the movie, Fire in the Sky? It was about alien abduction, and in the worst scene in the movie the guy, Travis Walton, is strapped down to the table and…

This needle comes down from the ceiling-right into his EYE!!!

:eek: :eek: :eek:
Plus, the aliens looked like our gym teacher! :eek:

[Mirror_Image_egamI_rorriM]

Hey, Nichol_storm, do a Google search for “two faced Chang.” Apparently, he lived in a small Chinese village, and came to the United States and had his extra face removed, and then returned to his native village.

[Enola_Straight]

@sleeping

Well mine couldn’t be about violence since that doesn’t have much of an effect on me. It’s usually just really strange images that come into my mind.

An example:

There are a number of moles spread out on my head. They turn into a brown liquid that shoots radially and forms thin cylinders (with the diameter of the original moles) which solidify upon reaching a length of a few feet. Then they break off, and I imagine that it is excruciatingly painful (while I’m thinking this, a physical chill runs down my spine).

There isn’t really a pattern to these thoughts, but I suspect that they are all somehow antithetical to the way in which I view the world.

You dream about poppin’ the all time MOTHERS of zits…man, that’s a GOOD dream!

[laura8080]

According to a recent thread, there was an episode of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, where a vampire character was sealed in a steel coffin, and dumped on the ocean floor.

Apparently, it was cold, dark, and he had no way to escape on his own. But, worst of all, since he was a vampire, he was effectively immortal…he couldn’t die, even if he tried with all his might to kill himself.

That would be a two parter from the show Angel.

Angel was locked in the box by his own son, Connor, in episode 3-22, Tomorrow.

http://www.tvtome.com/tvtome/servlet/GuidePageServlet/showid-12/epid-120598/

Then he was found, by Wesley, in episode 4-1, Deep Down.

http://www.tvtome.com/tvtome/servlet/GuidePageServlet/showid-12/epid-161614/

It’s hard to figure out the timeline in Angel, but I think he had been stuck in the box for around 3 months.

[Crowbar_of_Irony_3]

A re-occuring nightmare of mine, which always leave me shaking afterwards, is somehow or other, all my teeth shattered and fell out all at the same time. I would be bending down, with teeth and blood in my hand, trying to stuff them back into the gums, crying and screaming…