“My name is Talking Tina, and I don’t like you.”
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I think that is all of out worst fears
runs and hides from republicans that like Bush
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I think that is all of our worst fears
runs and hides
Whoa. Sorry about that. I didn’t even type the first one. mutterers damned computer mutters
For my husband to say “Honey, there’s just nothing else we can do. My mom *has * to move in with us.”
Something really vague like: “Something terrible has happened, but I can’t give you details right now.”
So I have time to stew and let my imagination run through all the horrors it could possibly be.
If anything happened to my son it would kill me. For example, when someone says something about a school shooting, I remember that next year, Mini2U will be in High School - and I’m not one of those types of people that think “it can’t happen HERE”. Him driving soon - there’s another one that gives me the willies.
I live in fear of getting a phone call from the police or someone that something has happened to my husband, too.
Yes, I’m one big bundle of raw nerves that plays these little scenarios out in my head - probably one contributing factor in my sleep problems. :rolleyes:
Turning on the TV at about 9 am, and seeing the World Trade Center on fire; checking today’s date, and it’s 9/11/01 – again.
There’s a knock on the door. I open it, and the man standing there is Rod Serling.
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Your child is missing. (I get a horrid feeling in my stomach just typing this.)
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November 3, 2004…President Kerry.*
*Yes, I know I’m in the minority on this one, and no, I’m not going to debate it.
I can’t believe nobody’s mentioned this one yet:
“Honey, I’m preganant!”
“You’re pregnant!”
(Translation: The Anti-Christ shall soon arrive.)
Personal: Besides the obvious, like something terrible happening to my husband or family, the scariest news I could receive is from my doctor, telling me I’ll never have children of my own or that I need a hysterectomy before I can have a child.
Global: Because “The Day After” scared the shit out of me when I was 13*, I’d have to say news of a nuclear attack would have me pretty damn scared.
*Not so much now that I’ve seen it again in the last couple of years. It’s really a bad movie. Almost funny, actually.
Substitute John Turturro for Rod Serling (i.e. Secret Window).
The scariest things I’ve ever heard personally:
“Our daughter’s in the emergency room and I think you should come right away.”
“There were complications with your father’s operation.”
“As you know, our client has announced a significant budget cut…”
(From my ex-wife) “We need to talk.”
Even though I have no children or a spouse, I’m sure any news concerning their death, disappearance, abduction, etc. would be most horrifying.
My biggest global fear is seeing World War III or some other global skirmish involving nuclear weapons break out. I also saw The Day After and at the time (age 13 or 14) this intensified my already big fears of a nuclear attack. Seeing Coldfire’s link to a site with photos of Chernobyl (thread in MPSIMS that I don’t have its URL handy) further made me realize how devastating and widespread a nuclear accident could be.
“Well the doctors made us decide and we picked girl” -Your Parents
"Dear NinjaChick,
We regret to inform you, that, due to an unfortunate clerical error, you were mistakenly sent a letter of acceptance. Unfortunately, after careful evaluation of your application, we are unable to admit you to the class of 2008…"
If an Air Force officer were to come to our door someday with news about my sister.
I honestly think that the scariest thing I could ever be told would be either that I had some sort of fatal, untreatable disease, and would be slowly dying over the next few days/weeks/months/years.
It’s a cookbook! It’s a cookbook!
Aliens land, and state that I am now the Grand High Poobah of earth, and have 1 year to convice everyone to get along with each other, otherwise they destroy the planet.
God says, “You know what? I’m bored, you have my power now.”
"In today’s top story: Air Force spotter planes have confirmed that Great Cthullu has, in fact, awakened, risen from the sea, and is shambling ashore on the East Coast of the US. Thousands have already been driven insane by his mere proximity, and the water through which he wades is turning to pus.
The dead are rising from their graves to consume the flesh of the living. Millions of demons are running amok all over the world, driving all who gaze upon their incomprehensible hideousness into a state of terrified madness.
Animals of all sorts are descending upon helpless humans to tear their flesh from their bodies, leaving only tattered skeletons which, horribly, continue to walk among us, moaning in agony and pleading for help.
Religious leaders confirm that God is, in fact, dead, and Lucifer even now feasts on His divine flesh. Two plus two now equals five, and east has swapped places with north. Chaos and madness run rampant, and astronomers report that thousands of stars are going supernova simultaneously, while the cosmic background hum has become a bloodcurdling shriek of terror.
The End is at hand. And you heard it here first! I’m Dirk Squarejaw, saying “Rl’yeth moraht Yog-Sothoth, pahsch Cthullu gahg!”