What's in your "Room 101"?

I’m sure we’ve done this before, but I guess it’s time to do it again.

In Orwell’s *1984, *there’s a “Room 101,” which is a torture chamber. For each victim, the room contains the one thing that is his “worst nightmare.” For the book’s protagonist, the room contains rats.

For me, it would contain maggots . . . about five feet deep.

What’s in ***your ***Room 101?

Puke.

Either Liverpool fans, or spiders.

Maybe a room full of arachnophiles, with their pets, who support Liverpool.

Bikini girls with machine guns.

It’s not so bad.

Suffocation. Blindness.

Gagged and restrained.

For me, that’d be in a totally different room.

Chocolate. With caramel. Scary, scary stuff.

Oh, no, not room 101!

Eels.

Mold.

Spiders.

A real-life lotus boob. Just Google it if you don’t know. I can’t even look at the Google results without wanting to fling my laptop across the room.

For my wife, it would be worms, or slugs, or both.

For me, flying bugs - or cockroaches. I used to deliver and pick up furniture for a rental business. Cockroaches galore in some houses, especially in televisions and appliances. I hated those things.

Brendon Small

“I was bred and born in a briar patch!”

My room 101 would probably be loads of white grapes that had been stepped on. Or it would be big angry dogs.

Karaoke

A room with no light, mirrored walls, and a single, large spider.

Separately, the first two are no problem for me; however, putting me in a dark room with a mirror is pure torture. I have no clue why it bothers me so much, it just does. As for the spider, they just plain creep me out.

It’d leave me a gibbering mess in a matter of minutes.

Rodents, rednecks and dumb people.

Big, angry dogs. Or a fire.

A pool drain.

The tiny elevators that go up inside the Arch in St. Louis, with the others seats occupied by the faceless cat.