Well, nothing frightens me that much. But I am uneasy around:
Clowns & Mimes (and dolls thereof)
Large spiders
Heights with nothing to hang on to.
I think the last two are fairly reasonable and the first may be just an intense hatred of.
Car Washes.
Won’t go in 'em. I will sit outside in subzero weather without a coat before I will stay in the car in a car wash.
Bathtubs. You’ll never get me into one of those deathtraps.
Showers: No way. If I open my mouth, I could drown!
Umm…
Horses. Huge skittish animals with tiny brains that want to stomp on and kick me. I can go to the track no problem, but if I had to go into the barn I’d start seriously losing it.
I blame modern horse owners for that: “Oh, my dear little horsie gets nervous around humans!” WhatTHEFuck!?!:eek::mad:
Ha! I see through your deceptive web of untruth!
No New York Subway is so bright and clean.
(I have no problem with revolving doors, but the subway ones are def. freaky.)
I fear mold. I am allergic to it so maybe it’s a survival instinct. I think fungi (like mushrooms) are pretty cool, but mold is some kind of malevolent growth from hell. When I clean out the refrigerator, I don’t even look at the things I’m throwing out. I just toss them out – container and all. Once my boss approached me with cheese and shoved it in my face asking if I thought it was still good. I was so panicked at the thought of mold that I shoved the table away and nearly fell back on my ass as I scrambled away from him. Everyone in the room found this hysterically funny, and yeah I can see the humor–but my terror was real, people! Naturally the scariest story ever written is * The Cask of Amontillado*, in which a dude walls up another dude inside a cellar filled with slimy mold. AUGAHGHGh.
I looked for a picture of what they looked like back in my day (black painted) but only found this one–must have been taken immediately after the install!
I guess I’m evicted from the small/irrational fear thread, then?
Accccck! Now see, THAT’S the shit that frightens me…and my young Asian boyfriend.
Balloons
Moreso, dogs chasing balloons
Even moreso, children with balloons
shudder
Koi ponds.
Could you imagine tripping and falling into one?
Gah… that just freaks me out.
Why, they’d gum you to death? They don’t have teeth; they’re not piranhas. 
I hate toilets. Always have. They could overflow. They don’t normally, but they could. Hate them. One of my greatest fears is seeing a toilet overflow.
No, I think it’s the feeling of falling on a huge, living fish. All those bones crunching and snapping, all those scales and popping eyeballs…
Come to think of it, being slapped with a wet trout would be almost as horrific.
So wait…
Ninetywt…
I scare you?
(and this thread is going perfectly how I thought it would!!! Keep it going everyone!!!)
Getting a draft notice and going to Southeast Asia and jumping out of helicopters that hover above six-foot grass with one foot of mud under it while carrying eighty pounds of rucksack on my back while short gentlemen with black hair shoot at me.
I hate it when that happens.
Pool drains.
Yellow mustard.
Large things on the horizon freak me out. Not in a really bad way, but enough for me to wish they weren’t there.
An example would be ships in the ocean, when they are just kind of gray and looming out there on the horizon. Unfortunately, pagodas also freak me out. And I spend a lot of time hanging around places where pagodas sit around looming and freaking me out. Mountains, will sometimes freak me out this way, and the general thought of mountains gives me the willies.
got it. Mountains with short guys with black hair who are shooting at me kinda scare me. But the mountains alone, no.