I hate bridges where you cannot see where it ends. Long, flat bridge? No problem. The last time I drove to Lacrosse, Wi, I nigh on had an anxiety attack crossing the Dresbach Bridge. There is NO way in hell I will EVER go over the Bong Bridge or the Blatnik Bridge up in Duluth. You feel like you’re driving into the sky. Freaks me out.
Definitely avoid the Storseisundet bridge in Norway.
Those old wind-up monkey dolls that play cymbals, especially when the spring is winding down and they move slowly.
Or the famous bridge in Avignon, France. Part of the bridge washed away in a huge storm, centuries ago, and was never rebuilt.
I extend that to anything that makes sound that slows down like that. Or if the pitch and speed warble a lot.
But I was sure that was something everyone found creepy, since I’ve seen it used in videos designed to be creepy.
These power line transmission towers kind of freak me out. They look like a sick figure of an headless alien.
The Tower on the left.
Referring to the title of the thread, I’m pretty sure a lot of people find those things creepy. They’re quite the cymbal of terror in the toy world.
Anyone else freaked out by tentacles and tentacled creatures? I am so obviously not. I am a tentacle enthusiast, personally. But I have a friend who is so freaked out by them, she only subjects herself to them when she’s sending me pictures of them. I consider this real love.
She can’t be the only one with this phobia. Can someone please explain to me why you find them scary? I’m guessing I’m on the weird side for loving cephalopods, but is it really that common to be afraid of them?
You think you’re on the weird side for loving cephalopods? I love clowns.
I haven’t read through the entire thread, so these may have already been mentioned:
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Pumpjacks creep me out completely. If they moved faster, I’d be ok with them, but they remind me of some slow dinosaur eating.
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Grocery store cashiers who comment on your food purchases. None of your fucking business what i’m making for dinner!!
That’s pretty fucking weird.
Ship hulls, rusty chains, anchors, propellers. Old, bent-out-of-shape metal frames barely visible on the seabed, protruding all the way up to the surface.
Oh, and sunken ships which are not totally submerged. Ugh.
As I understand it, the reason the waitstaff have to do this is in case some customer, later on, makes a frivolous/false complaint about “The food was awful, I want a refund” when in fact the food was perfectly good. So they ask how the food is, so that if you say yes, you can’t say it was bad later.
Especially when they ask whether a particular food is “any good”.
*“Oh yeah, even if you’ve never had gefilte fish before, trust me, you’ll love it.”
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I’ve got a hate-on for the term “mouth feel,” probably similar in origin to your offense at having the personal space of your tastebuds violated by strangers.
We should be grateful, I guess, that servers don’t probe beyond "tasting"and ask about mouth feel.
There was some comic from my childhood (House of Mystery, maybe?) that had a story in which they came alive and rampaged across the country, causing terror and destruction.
Avoid the Astoria-Megler Bridge over the Columbia, too. It feels like driving into the sky when you get to the part that goes up to let ships pass underneath, and then the ramp on the Oregon side goes down quite steeply, with turns. I’ve had nightmares about taking turns like that too fast, and sailing into space.
You and me both. Eww. I usually see it written as “mouthfeel,” which somehow makes it even worse. 
My family lived in Jacksonville, Florida for a while in the 70’s, when I was about five, and a particular bridge over the St. Johns River quite literally gave me nightmares. It was a railroad bridge that had been decommissioned. It had been low enough to block river traffic, so either end had swinging gates, allowing the tracks to be pivoted 90 deg to parallel the current and permit ships to pass.
When I saw it, the swinging ends had been removed, leaving a section of rusting, industrial-looking bridge standing in the middle of the river, unconnected to either bank. Nightmares, and more than one.
What about organoleptics, which is the ten-dollar word for mouth feel?
When I was little I was terrified of ventriloquist dolls. Specifically the one with the dark hair and tuxedo. My dad used to joke-threaten to buy me one for Christmas if I didn’t behave. To this day they still creep me out. I don’t like puppets either.