Injured, diseased and dying animals. And road kill that isn’t quite dead yet. I don’t mind animals once they’re dead, it’s the dying ones that creep me out.
Mike Pence.
I Swear that guy is hiding Leathery Wings and Horns…
I’m with you there. It’s one of the reasons I dislike Los Angeles, where people seem to do nothing else.
“That’s funny…plane’s dustin’ crops where there…ain’t no crops.”
Imagine a cluster of tentacles bursting out of the ground, writhing blindly towards the sky, growths forming on their skin that turn into more tentacles, the whole terrible mass reaching thirty feet or more into the air.
Now slow that waaaaaaay down, and it’s basically a tree.
Nah, you’re missing subtext, here.
See, the thing is that those horrible tentacle things are suddenly OUT and ON DISPLAY. Nothing to screen them from you. No protection.
Previously, they were HIDDEN FROM VIEW.
By, maybe, a pair of pants.
Well, thanks for ruining trees for me!
Baby monitor videos. My friend is always trying to show me how silly her son looks like he’s sleeping upside down or whatever, but it always reminds me of videos you see on the news or whatever where something terrible happens.
Videos of people enjoying themselves make me uneasy to be honest. I was watching my brother take a little movie of his girls on a merry go round and I immediately thought “oh this is what they will show if one of the girls meets an untimely death.”
Ugh. Super sad 
Really old drawing of dinosaurs and other prehistoric creatures.
Something about them just gives me the willies.
Nope, it’s not tentacles. They don’t bother me. And it doesn’t explain the ship hull thing. Sorry.
Selfies. Anytime someone sends me one or posts one on social media, it makes my skin crawl.
When a stranger insists we’ve met before. Then, even after ruling out any possibilities, they don’t wanna let go of it. They just know they’ve met me.
Fuck you, doppelgänger, wherever/whoever you are.
Isn’t that part of the joke? Nope, nothing hazardous to see here! Just good old wholesome moon dust! Move along, safety inspectors, move along.
There are plenty of Cave Johnson quotes in that vein:
“Oh, in case you got covered in that repulsion gel, here’s some advice the lab boys gave me: DO NOT get covered in the repulsion gel.”
“We haven’t entirely nailed down what element it is yet, but I’ll tell you this: it’s a lively one, and it does NOT like the human skeleton.”
(Sigh). Have you been performing loathsome, blasphemous rites and awakening Lord Cthulhu again? Ia! Ia! Serves you right.
I don’t like antique furniture and won’t have it in my house. The only exception is if it was passed down by someone related to me. It’s irrational I know. Billy Bob Thorton shares this same problem.
I’m not making fun of you, believe me, but I had to laugh when I read this, because I thought you meant the baby sloth was shedding hairs on counters and at bake sales. Then I realized you meant three different things. No criticism or judgement.
I can’t think of anything unusual that creeps me out–I was watching an episode of “The Blacklist” and they showed a graphic scene of a tracking chip being taken out of James Spader’s shoulder. I turned my eyes. And I used to love reading about gore and monsters and true crime. The gorier the better, until I got to Albert Fish. Then I stopped.
The closest I can think of though right now is the same as the above about wooden ice cream spoons or tongue depressors. I hate the feel of wood on my tongue. Also, the smell of seafood. I’m not sure if it creeps me out or grosses me out, but I hate seafood. Although I love the water, and have been sailing numerous times.
Flip-flops.
You keep denying it, but I’m sure we met at that tractor pull in Amherst back in `02.
(my bolding)
I agree about the feel of wood on the tongue, but I really hate the way those wooden spoons feel if they touch my teeth!
Also, totally unrelated, there is a man who frequently rides the same bus as I do, that seems to stare at me every time he sees me. I know there aren’t many directions to look when you’re on the bus, but he has even gotten up and moved to a different seat with a better line of sight. I’m probably just imagining it, but he really creeps me out! Anyone else who may happen to fix their eyes on me, I just ignore, but this guy kind of looks like a character from the Simpsons (the shape of his face and head; he doesn’t have yellow skin!)
I thought it was just me! I grew up in Utah, Nevada, and California, where there are always mountains around you. Then I spent six months in the Dallas area last year, and I kept saying to my wife that it felt like I was sitting on top of a ball waiting to roll off the edge. She said it didn’t bother her, but added that if I had driven through WEST Texas (like she had, to come visit me), I probably would have gone completely nuts. And now, seeing AHunter3’s link … yes, that is disturbing.
When parents & children kiss on the lips. Skeeves me right out, probably because I see little kids as little wee germ factories.
Baby showers before the baby is born.