I hate in the Creatures series when the evil green Grendals are attacking the big-eyed innocent Norns.
I always think it looks like they are raping them.
Great googly moogly! I shan’t be sleeping tonight.
Oh LORD, I hate fan manips! They always look so uncanny vally, with their slightly awkward heads and their pornstar bodies, and it BOTHERS me that it’s a photo of someone doing something they’ve never actually done! shudders. Unfortunately, in the Supernatural fan community, you can’t escape them.
I’m also unnaturally bothered by - and this one’s weird - people who really have to pee. Meaning, if someone tells me they have to pee, and then don’t go, I will have my teeth set on edge until they do. This goes double if I’m driving and they refuse my offer to pull off at a gas station. I have no idea why this bothers me - I’ve actually seen porn where people really have to pee and wet their pants, and it doesn’t phase me at all. I guess what I’m really worried about it people being accidentally humiliated.
I’m not sure if this is quite the right sort of thing–these aren’t things that I find creepy exactly, but more just things that irrationally freak me out or disgust me for some reason.
The taste of wood: Wasn’t thinking about this, but saw ‘wooden ice cream paddles’ above. It’s just… ick. I can’t enjoy popsicles because they all come on wooden sticks and the taste gets into the ice cream.
Getting ice stuck to my wet hands: Just had this today when I was trying to fill my water bottle after washing my hands. It doesn’t really have to stick such that if I lifted my hand, the ice would come with–it’s just the sensation of having it stick to my fingers.
Crumpled up things: Especially straw wrappers. Friends are well aware of this and (if they’re being nice) will carefully flatten their wrappers when I’m around. Closely related (in my cracked mind) is chewing gum.
Pool drains: They scare the heck out of me. By extension, pool equipment generally just freaks me out. This is something that is with me to this day. The worst was back in high school. Our pool had a diatomaceous earth filtration system (with the pipes buried under tons of concrete–but that’s another story). The entire deep end, more or less, was one giant drain/inlet for the filtration system. It gives me the jibblies just thinking about it now. jibblies
Extremely soft, distant music creeps me out.
I’ve had not one, but two bosses who liked to play music like this. The first was a Boy Scout camp ranger who purposefully left the radio playing softly in the big, maze-like, middle of the mountainous forest warehouse where we stored all our big supplies. Every time I had to go there to get something I was creeped out. Apparently, I wasn’t alone, because other counselors would turn off the music and then the ranger would chew us out for doing so.
The other boss was the director of an office I worked out who apparently thought turning her phone on speaker so she could listen to the company hold music was a raring good time. I was always going, “What…what’s that noise? Does anyone else hear that?” before I figured out where it was coming from.
Oh, another thing is saxophone music. I really don’t like it. It sends uncomfortable chills down my spine.
Can someone tell me: was the CBC news theme saxophone-based in the late 80s and early 90s?
Certain fan RPMs. Not too fast, not too slow… and then boom, Creep-out City.
I’m getting all choked up and oogy just thinking about it.
I don’t recommend you read “guts” by Chuck Palahniuk then.
Funny you should mention that. I’m about 8 feet away from a framed portrait of my father in sepia from his early Navy days, in his uniform with a real serious and somber look on his face. It bothers me in the way that anything that reminds me of his recent passing bothers me, but I think it’s a great homage to his life. And he looks just like me in that pic, but slimmer, cuter and slightly younger. It’s not creepy at all to me; to the contrary, it reminds me that he lives on in me.
:eek:
Sugar
and
butter?
Ewwwwwwwwwwwww!
Static on a TV or radio. Although the radio not as much as the snowy channel of TV nothingness. Perhaps I was unduly influenced by Poltergeist as a child, but I don’t think that’s it. It’s more the randomness of the signal… and those weird voices from the dead that sometimes say things to you…
I’m kidding about the voices.
Or am I??? :dubious:
Actually, now that you mention it, I have to amend my “creepy trigger” so that it doesn’t include military portraits. But again, it’s probably because in my personal experience, not smiling in military photos has been more the norm, so it seems to be the acceptable convention in my world, devoid of creep. All the guys I knew in high school who went into the military, my grandfathers, and all my uncles, none of them are smiling in their military portraits. The exception is my own dad, who has a big toothy grin in his military portrait like he’s happier than a pig in shit to be there, the weirdo.
My great great granddad in his Civil War Uniform with his rifle, not smiling = not creepy. Same great great granddad years later photographed posing next to the woodshed holding an axe, not smiling = Aaaaaah! His eyes! He has no soul! He standing there DEAAAAAD!
Family portraits are the ones that really creep me out though. For example a young mother and her two children, all sitting there looking morose, all I can think is: “They’re sad because they’re dead!”
I would be remiss if I did not mention beauty pageants. Especially for younger-than-teenagers.
Bridges. Especially the ones in the Loop that, horror of horrors! are designed to raise and let ships go through. Yes, it’s a marvel of engineering. Yes, it’s an awfully long drop into a cold, deep watery grave. My knees feel empty every time I’m forced to walk across one. You can see the concrete shift ever so slighty down when you hit the crack in the middle… noooooooo!!!
Really huge, man-made cavities. I’m not talking about things like caves or underground bunkers, but stuff like:
- Really deep swimming pools. This is probably because I was so thouroughly warned by my parents ‘not to go in the deep end’. With the ocean or a lake, you can’t see the bottom, but a pool has transparent water and in a really deep pool you can see just how deep it is. As a child, a pool that was 12 feet deep was terrifyingly vast. I also find the idea of being inside of a hot-air balloon or blimp really scary…like others have said, the space is just ‘too big’ for comfort. You sit inside a car or plane and there is X space. Then you get inside the gasbag of a blimp and it is like X times 10,000 :eek:
Slash and fanfic. The very idea of being that obsessed with a show, particularly to the point of fantasizing how much they would enjoy doing things that the characters wouldn’t actually do freaks me a little bit.
My big one: flour. I’m an excellent amateur cook, but having to touch flour is revolting. The dry texture is bad, but when you add liquid to make a dough, and you have to touch it, and it sticks to your hands and gets in the beds of your nails and doesn’t come off easily under running water and stays sticky and its on the counter and waiting to get itself on other stuff and you’ll never really ever be able to get the counter or yourself clean again? No thanks.
Ooo, thank you. I hate bridges too. I have to white-knuckle it if I have to drive to Key West. Did you know that, in 126 miles of Overseas Highway, from Key Largo to Key West, approximately 20% of that distance is spent on a bridge? (Yes, I calculated it when I was editor of Florida Keys Magazine.)
My irrational fear of bridges comes from motorcycle riding with my dad. Whenever you cross one of those bridges for which the surface is a grate (rather than a solid slab of concrete), you can look down past your feet and see the water… right. down. there.
I have a tendency to hold my breath in case someone hits my car and I go careening off the bridge. I wanna be ready, you know. I also have an auto escape hammer, virtually guaranteeing that I will never be shoved off a bridge because I have a means of escape… and a plan.
Aliens/ alien abduction. An hour long documentary about some crazy in west Virginia that was sucked up into the ship will leave me paralyzed with fear, and unable to let the dog out/ look out the windows, or do anything where the pasty complected, giant headed, small mouthed, and giant vacous eyed aliens may be able to see me.
IIRC, I have never had any alien encounters, or known anyone personally who has. My family loves to taunt me with this fear, because they all think it is totally irrational. They will make quite sure to mention whenever the movies Fire In The Sky or Close Encounters are on, just because they know the effect. I seriously would be hesitant in even typing this out if it was not the middle of the afternoon here.
Don’t know if this counts as something that other people don’t find creepy, but I’m right there with you.
I love all things spooky/paranormal, but no aliens for me, thank you very much. I couldn’t even get past the first chapter of Communion, just because I could imagine what kinds of things were to follow.
Thing is, I don’t even believe in aliens, at least not that they’ve visited earth. But still . . . I’m 30 years old and to this day when I visit my parents, I REFUSE to look out my bedroom window at night. Don’t even get me started about the blue light incident.
I’m this way, sort of, about large things, like in museums. It’s not entirely bad, but it skeeves me a bit. Others have posted about it as well. Great example is the marine life exhibit in the Nat’l History Museum in New York. The giant squid/sperm whale fight model–if I look too long, it fills me with a sense of dread. The sharks, too, a little bit. Sometimes even just the large walruses and such. How can they be so BIG? It helps that the museum itself is huge and dark and foreboding. I just feel small and insignificant. I don’t really feel that way about the dinosaurs. Mainly just that one place.
Yep, I’m with you on the lotus pods; they remind me of the Surinam toad (you may not want to look…).
