A few years ago we lived in a fairly new sub division out in the middle of nowhere. The house had a very long driveway, and while we did have neighbors, there were so many trees and the lots so large that you couldn’t really see them. Every Monday night as I hauled all the garbage down to the curb, I would make myself walk at a normal pace. For, you see, if I succumbed to the fear and broke into a run, the werewolves would get me. If I looked right or left with something other than nonchalance, some other monster would get me.
Always good for a thrill.
When I am alone in the house, and have been for some time, I will freak myself out by thinking that someone/thing has managed to get inside without my knowledge and is now hiding somewhere in the house.
I think I read too many horror novels, but, what do you do to freak yourself out?
You mean you freak yourself out intentionally, by imagining persons unknown invading your house ?
Seek help.
Apart from dropping acid once many years back, which definately counts as a freak out, albeit an extremely pleasant one, I cant think of many times when I try to freak myself out.
Ummm, ok I got one.
Find a large area with no objects about that you could walk into.
Close your eyes and start walking - see how many steps you take before you start putting your arms out in front.
Thats pretty freaky I guess.
Actually, it’s not exactly intentional, but I do often imagine beasts/murderers (and not just come-in-and-shoot me kind, the douse-your-eyes-with-windex kind) creeping around the house before I can get to sleep.
I freak myself out once in a while by pondering existence. It takes about four seconds before I realize it makes no bloody sense that the universe exists at all and then my brain short circuits and I start to shiver all over.
I like to lie on the floor in the living room and pretend that the floor is the ceiling and the ceiling is the floor ( and that I am looking down on the floor ) and that somehow I am stuck to the ceiling but that I could fall off any minute and hurt myself …aughhhh!!! Scary.
At the seaside, there is often a thick concrete seawall at the edge of the promenade; on one side of the wall there is a three foot drop to the promenade, on the other there is a twenty foot drop to the shingle beach; walking along the top of the wall is easy because it is a good two feet wide, but walking along the top of the wall while staring up at the sky makes your stomach jump right up into your head!
I do the monster and murderer thing unintentionally if I have to take out the garbage at night too. Or when I’m in a paranoid mood and in my room trying to go to sleep.
There’ve been times I’ve read a frightening story and heard a sound afterwards and I’d be too scared to even roll over and see what it was for fear that someone’s just standing there, waiting for the slightest provocation to kill me.
Then there’ve been times I have to roll over and face the other side of the room 'cause I’m convinced someone’s staring in at me through my window.
I have issues with closing the bathroom cabinet door if I’ve opened it at night…I have to stand next to it rather than look in the mirror, the fear of seeing someone appear over my shoulder is too much!!
I also have a pretty real fear of the dark, if I need to get up in the night, every light goes on (and occasionally SO has to come to the loo with me if I’m feeling particularly paranoid!)
I do have pretty good reasons for my freak-outs - we were burgled while we were in bed last year (although we didnt wake, thank God!). Also, when I was little (about 5?) I lived in a small village that had frequent power-cuts. One night we had a thunderstorm and the inevitable power-out, so the place was seriously dark. I was calling for my Dad (Im a fan of thunder too…not!) but I didn’t hear him come in my room. Next flash of lightening and there he is at the end of my bed. To this day I dont know how I survived that terror!!
Sim ilar to what Pokey said, I will sometimes ponder why I am me and if anyone else thinks like that…like why can I onlysee the world from my perspective and why am I me? I know a bit freakish but it gets me sometimes.
How pathetically geeky am I that when I read this my first thought was that you were frightened because you dropped a a jar of hydrochloric or some other such non-pH-balanced liquid, and were afraid it would dissolve you?
Then I realized what you were really talking about.:o
Stare at yourself in the mirror HARD for a few minutes. Your peripheral vision gets all blurry and it gives the illusion that you are aging really quickly in a matter of minutes… it’s very trippy to see yourself as an 80 year old…
I am always afraid that a train will hit me even though I stop and look both ways. Like I somehow didn’t see it coming the first 21 times I checked. Once over the tracks, I have to look back. (
And similar to what **Knowed Out
** does in moving water, tilt your head back as far as you can and watch the clouds on a windy day. Watch long enough and you will get that same feeling.
Sometimes I’ll look at my reflection in the mirror and just looking at myself, into my own eyes, can be pretty freaky.
Other times I scare myself into thinking my reflection may move on or make a face at me.
This doesn’t exactly freak me out, but I get this sensation sometimes when I’m running on the beach. When water is receding from a recent wave, and I look down so that I don’t see anything except my feet running through the moving water, I get dizzy and find it very difficult to run straight - I keep wanting to run myself into the ocean, as if I’m being pulled. Depending on the beach, this could be a pretty scary thought… But then I look up and everything’s ok
When I was a kid I was walking through a clothing department store (bored as hell, of course, while my Mom was shopping). I suddenly came upon a mirror I wasn’t expecting and when I turned to look at it I thought I had run into my double! It didn’t immediately click that it was a mirror image of myself. This, of course was unintentional.
There are times when, if I am outside my house in the dark I will imagine that someone is lurking in the neighborhood and I’ll be his next victim. I also get this eerie feeling when I get into my car when it’s dark and I haven’t locked the doors. Who knows, someone may have climbed into the back seat and has been waiting for me. I feel silly checking the back seat before getting into my car, but it makes me feel safer.
If I am watching a thunderstorm from my window I’ll think about how the next lightning strike could come down right in front of me.
Reading about anything that has to do with supernatural phenomena always freaks me out. I used to be totally skeptical about such occurences, but I have read enough allegedly true accounts about these things that I leave some room in my otherwise rational view of such matters to consider that there really may be spirits playing tricks with some people. I just hope I’m never one of them.
This last one is really silly, but sometimes I think about the possibility of the earth’s and the moon’s gravities interlocking with one another as each plantetary body is drawn toward one another. Each night the moon gradually appears larger and larger and predictions are made for where and when the moon’s surface will collide with the earth’s so that people living in the danger zone can evacuate. I know this would make for a bad science fiction movie, that is if it hasn’t already been done.
I just call out my own name, as if I’m trying to get my attention. The effect can be really mind-blowing, since we have been conditioned to respond to a certain tone of voice when hearing our names. So hearing it over and over when I’m the one to respond to keeps pushing that conditioned reflex button.
Why, yes, I have exhibited classic “sensation seeking behavior” from time to time. Why do you ask?
