wet newspaper.
freaks the crap out of me. I’ll man up now, but when I was a kid I couldn’t go near it.
Dentures.
And I used to be afraid of “clusters,” but I no longer am, for whatever reason.
And now Major Briggs will never be able to explain why.
You must be one pleasant-smelling motherfucker.
What you found scary about The Cask of Amontillado was the mold?
Well, that segues nicely into my fear: being trapped inside some enclosed space without air. The beginning of Kill Bill 2 was especially harrowing for me. (I saw it in the theater.)
What one? That link doesn’t work for me.
I used to be this way. Now that I’ve worn contacts for five years, I’m a lot calmer about it. I can apply eyedrops on myself with ease, whereas I used to shrink away in terror. Now my fear is that somebody will do something to my eye while I have my contacts in. I literally shuddered as I was typing that sentence.
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Frogs, toads, and slugs. These are really the only things I am afraid of.
I have no trouble with reptiles and used to work at a zoo and handled them a fair amount, but remained scared s***less of the toads and frogs we had. Interestingly, snails don’t bother me.
Last year I visited a genuine Amish community store and, because I collect weird things, I bought a small Amish doll.
In case you don’t know (I didn’t), an Amish doll is just like any other cute little doll. Except Amish dolls are not allowed to have a face. Here’s an example.
I now have one of these on my shelves of ‘weird stuff from around the world’. I’m not scared of it. But if I were going to be scared of any weird thing, this would be it. My friends and I all agree… at night, this thing comes alive and walks around.
Nah…you’d hear it knocking things over as it stumbled about the room.
Along with the others, I just have to ask what this is all about. Your … joviphobia, shall we call it. Especially when clowns are so clearly a more pressing threat.
I heartily recommend that you never move to Houston or any other deep Southern locale where fire ants are endemic. I was not phobic about them, but the first time they invaded the wall of my house and started pouring out of an electrical socket* - well, enough said.
This is as good a place as any to mention that I had a vivid dream last night in which Jimmy Carter was guillotined for unspecified crimes**, and when the blade came down, his head rolled over to where I was sitting. This should have been frightening, but was just mildly unpleasant. Go figure.
*They are attracted to electricity for some reason.
**Please do not get on my case for not dreaming in this manner about some other ex-President you dislike.
I’m also freaked out by deep water, Gwyen! I was too freaked out by the eye-touching to remember it. I’m ok on a beach, but even wading in to the waves on a lake or the ocean takes a LOT of nerve for me. Even nature shows where they have footage of the open ocean…and there’s nothing but blue and…creatures.
Missed the edit window: I’m also scared of the Noid. http://advertisingiconmuseum.org/inside/c01/3265032.gif He’s the devil.
I would run and hide from the TV when those commercials were on. (I was around 3 or so.) It wasn’t until a few years ago that I actually watched one of them through and understood what the horrible thing was up to. Squishing pizzas?! No, that’s not what the Noid does. The Noid bursts out of the shadows with his creepy laugh and eats me and my entire family. It’s over 20 years later, and I still have a little bit of remembered shivering whenever I see a picture or video of it.
Hm…three posts…I’m starting to think I have too many odd fears.
Deep water doesn’t bother me. I was a little freaked out when I first swam in the ocean. It’s not at all “scares the bejesus” out of me, but it was weird when I realized I was in the same bathtub as things that are much larger than me. Didn’t stop me from enjoying the ocean, though.
I was scared of them before this, but I went to New Orleans for a mission trip, and had just a GREAT experience with them.
We cleaned out this old woman’s shed behind her house, which had a refrigerator in it, which still had food in it. Now this is hot humid Narlins, in the summer, there is some terrible nasty food in this thing, and the red ants made their home underneath it (but we didn’t know it at the time). I was one of the few guys in my group so me and another guy picked the fridge up and carried it out of the shed.
Wait.
“Hmm…Ow. Ow! OOOOWWW!!! HOLY SHIT MY FEET ARE ON FIRE!!!”
They were everywhere in my shoes, on my socks, and just biting the hell out of me. I screamed bloody effing murder and sprinted to where we had some water stored, yanked off my shoes/socks and plunged into a water bucket.
The other guy was just like “Oh good God that sucked”; but they needed to call an ambulance for me to get me oxygen cuz I was hyperventilating so much.
One of the worst. Days. EVER!
Ivan…You’re a geezer and you’re hard? Lucky guy.
That old picture “The Hands Resist Him” skeeves me out. I tried to find the old thread about it, but I couldn’t.
I don’t know why it’s so disturbing.
I’ve never seen it or heard of it before now… let me count the ways…
The children’s faces look either artificial, like prosthetics or death masks.
The hands - actual severed ones or the ones of the ghosts of dead children?
Are the hands reaching to attack the children or protect them or were they severed by the children?
Ewww!
The phrase “he’s gone to meet god” or “she’s going to be with Jesus”. Any euphemisms to make death seem like something in the other room or down the street. I know this comforts many people, but me it frightens beyond belief. Not the notion of it per se, just the saying of it.
“The Hands Resist Him”
It looks to me like fake children set out for show, while the real children aren’t allowed outside. It’s like a statement that kids aren’t allowed to be themselves, which is the exact opposite of what I see day-to-day.
Huh. There’s a wiki article on it.
Oh yes. Fire ants are horrifying. We had them in Maryland.
So are subterranean termites. Because they live underground, they’re disgustingly white/clear. And when they invade your house, they can cover an entire room wall to wall, which is one of the most terrifying sights you can imagine if you’re afraid of bugs, as I was when I saw this scene as a child.
I got over it later, thanks to a lover who would helpfully drop friendly bugs on me at Balboa Park while I was too drugged up to hate/fear the things. I swear, DXM is therapy for me.
Holy shit, that thing looks terrifyingly weird.
He looked cute in the NES game and the Family Guy parody, but having never seen the commercials, I didn’t know what he actually looked like. Jeez. (I’m a 1986 baby, and I think they phased that guy out in, what, 1987?)
Speaking of which, you’ll love this clip if you haven’t seen it. (Probably SFW, but cartoon violence.)
Seconded. And the whole ghost thing is much, much worse for me. I really don’t want to hear that my dad is undead and haunting my house, thanks. I can’t believe the audacity of people who want to squeeze my dead father into their fairy tales and giddily share it with me like it’s not fucking creepy.
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I feel like I’ve seen things way freakier. It seems simple. It just gets to me! Ugh. I don’t know, I just feel like they’re looking at me. Wanting something!