I find the fact that people watch certain TV shows to be creepy. I don’t find the shows themselves very creepy, just inane. But the fact that there are people who actually CHOOSE TO SPEND THEIR TIME watching Judge Shows, Jerry Springer, Professional Wrestling, Soap Operas, and Reality Shows just creeps me out!
You share this one with my wife. She can not look at a vehicle underwater. That and trees. She says that she can’t stand to see something under water that shouldn’t be. She couldn’t watch the news all summer due to the flooding coverage around here.
Well, of course statues are creepy. They have blank eyes.
Here’s one that no one has mentioned: really large flags. Flapping around on really tall poles. There’s something about it, it’s kind of like there’s a really large, flying predator up there and it might swoop down on you.
Only if it’s one of those really big, house-sized ones, though. Normal flags are fine.
Uncovered windows at night.
I am somehow convinced that just because I can’t see out of them anymore, there are people watching me. Not just “walking by and glancing” either. No. They’re staring at me. They’re watching my every movement.
This creepy feeling goes away immediately if I turn the lights off so that I can see out of the windows again.
But even when I close the blinds I wonder if anyone can see through the cracks.
I see movies set in cities like New York where people live in highrises and apparently nobody ever closes their blinds and I can’t imagine it. It’s not that I’m doing anything “private,” it’s the idea that someone I can’t see is looking at me.
By the same token, I always enjoy looking through other peoples’ windows. Not in a creepy way; more like driving down a neighborhood road and getting a snapshot of other peoples’ lives as you whiz past. If someone is watching TV I always wonder what it is they’re watching. If they’re having a party I always wonder what they’re celebrating. If the lights are on but nobody is around I still like seeing how they’ve decorated the place.
Perhaps my own harmless voyeurism is why I fear it happening to me.
Long fingernails or toenails on men. I will stare at them uncontrollably while I picture the man brutally raping/killing/dismembering someone. It’s horrible. I trim my hubby’s nails for this reason.
Clowns and marionettes. I just find something “dark” in them. They’ve creeped out from the time I was a kid.
Cockroaches and other beetle-like insects. I will stalk and kill a bee in my house, ants don’t bother me, I’m the house’s official spider-killer, I’ve captured and let free sparrows caught in my home, but if I see a cockroach, I will seriously start crying. If it’s not killed, I will not be able to sleep that night.
RPF/RPS fanfiction. My best friend writes it, so when she has a new story, I just grin and bear it (it helps that she’s a good writer). But seriously, it gives me the CREEPS! Regular fanfic doesn’t bother me (I’ve written scores of it) but once the character is a real person, all I can think is “[random actor] never said that. He never did that. This is just a series of lies about his life.”
My sister thinks it’s funny that I’ll read, for example, **Supernatural ** fanfiction in which Sam is raped and impregnated by demons and he and Dean raise the spawn as their own, but if I see a fic where Jensen Ackles is hanging out on set with Jared Padalecki, I start to feel perverse.
Oh, and I’m terrified of running out of gas. If I’m riding in a car with someone, and the needle is near the E, I will be a basket case until they either fill up or we get out of the car.
Pherhaps I’m mistaken, but I’ve heard that at a recent Billy Joel concert, Sir Paul McCartney showed up to do a song. This 60-something-year-old trilled, “Well, she was just 17, if you know what I mean…” (yeah, I know it’s a classic "I Saw Her Standing There). I guess he could have done, “will you still need me, will you still feed me when I’m 64?”
It’s just that the ideaof the old guy lusting after a kid creeps me out. Yeah, I know it’s just a song.
Love, Phil
This creeps me out, but not that badly. It’s more like it creeps me out but it also fascinates me. The replica of the sperm whale head fighting the giant squid was sort of an, “Oh my god, they are so big…how can they be so big?” moment. And when I saw the other big animals–the walruses, and so on, that creeped me out. The sharks, too…mainly it was the undersea animals, but all of them just seemed…too big.
I am this person! If I open the curtians or lift the blinds I generally forget about it and I will be in the kitchen at 3 a.m. eating cookies’n’cream ice cream out of a coffee mug while completely naked before I realize that my neighbors might not be interested in seeing my twat so I should probably shut the blinds again. It might benefit me to be more afraid of others seeing into my home lol.