A paper cut…on my eyeball!!! For whatever reason this freaks me the hell out.
Matches. Lighting them in particular, and especially the sort that come in a book - but there’s almost equal fear to be had with the sort that come in a box. Someone else will light those matches or we’ll have no fire (unless there’s pressing need).
That I will somehow grow so large that I will be unable to survive on the oxygen supply available on Earth. That the whole of my body will grow so unexplainably large that I will proportionally dwarf the planet and be left to feel myself slowly die. That before I die, I will have experienced a disproportionate amount of the starry matter and suchlike to anything anyone has ever experienced and that none of it will inflict more than a slight burn because I will be so massive.
The logic of this second one really escapes me.
I hate being stopped in traffic under an overpass, so that you can hear the cars and trucks rolling on the concrete over your head. I’m none too wild about the lower stories of parking gargages, either.
A phobia that developed very suddenly about thirty years ago and has never left me entirely is a fear of going over narrow bridges, especially tall ones with fairly steep slopes. A part of me is simply terrified that I will simply drive over the side. I remember precisely when this fear developed (approaching the Delaware Memorial Bridge driving from NJ to North Carolina), but other than the fact that I was tired at the time, I have no idea why this fear suddenly appeared.
Man, I’m scared of all this shit. It’s a wonder I’m able to function on a day-to-day basis.
Heh. Did I ever tell you about the grad student in my department in college that got not one but TWO of these on the same eye in a month?
MWAHAHAHAHAH! :evil smiley:
Getting old and having to live in a home. The indignity of age and helplessness. Sometimes I think I’d just kil myself if my husband died before me, we have no kids and there’s no-one who’d care about me and be able to do anything about it.
Getting Alzheimer’s.
Very high, strong winds.
Tsunamis.
Aliens.
You know, your classic big-headed, gray-or-white-skinned, elongated arms, legs and fingers, huge-bulging-slanted-blank-black-eyed aliens. The kind pictured on the cover of Whitley Streiber’s “Communion”
I once had a roommate reading that book and I could barely stand to be in the same room with it. I could barely stand the “South Park” episode with the aliens.
Man, they creep the hell out of me.
For a short time after seeing “The Blair Witch Project” I had the same unreasoning primal dread of sticks, especially bunches of sticks. [shudder]
Ahhhhhh! I’ve had that HAPPEN to me before! A friend stepped on a hive and I had more then 100 WASPS CRAWLING UP MY LEGS! :eek: :eek: :eek:
I got a papercut on my eye once. I was in third grade, I flipped my worksheet over, and sliced myself across the eye. It got all red and hurt like crazy, but it healed up pretty quickly.
Anyway. I thought of another one. Those warning stickers that have stick figure people on them, that sort that tell you not to put the carseat in the front seat or not to shake the vending machine, just give me the creeps. I find them oddly emotional, and just looking at one can be enough to start me on a crying jag for no real reason.
I hate those big oil rig thingies that are in the middle of the ocean. They are all alone in the big ole sea and look like they will come alive and EAT YOU UP.
I also freak out if I hear glass breaking. Even a glass dropped on the floor is enuff to make me hyperventilate.
I don’t know why.
Mirror Imageegami rorrim - You’d probably do well to avoid the website I visited earlier this year: ‘The Adventures Of Stick Warning Man’!
Being buried AFTER I’m dead. The thought of being in a coffin forever really creeps me out.
Also, snakes.
Enclosed spaces, water and bees. So flying over the ocean at night and getting attacked by wasps would pretty much do it. Crashing into the ocean in an enclosed space at night is something I try to avoid (yes, I know about the Navy training exercises for pilots).
I’ve had a couple of dreams where I had to move through a tube similar to the one used to rescue those miners. The last time I had one of those dreams I had to get up and go outside because my house became too small.
The closest real-world experience I’ve had was getting stuck in an igloo as a child. I was digging it out from the top and decided to dive in head first. I got stuck in the hole with my arms at my side and my legs sticking up. Instant panic attack.
Then there was the wasp attack when I was 4. I can stop the feelings of panic around 1 or 2 wasps but a nest will make me nervous.
I have an irrational fear that there is something is under my bed which may come out and get me :eek:
I think it relates to the first horror flick I was allowed to go see with my older sisters in which this figured predominately. I was terrified after the movie but afraid to tell anyone because I figured it would be the end of my getting to go to the movies with the older kids.
So now I am a grown woman who will on occasion lie in bed and hang my head down over the side and look under the bed ( yep - still nothing there ) before I will put my feet on the floor. This usually is after I have been reading a scary book or watching a scary movie, neither of which I can resist.
Go figure. :rolleyes:
When I was 3 I fell asleep in my parents bed holding a Teddy Bear over the side of the bed. As I relaxed my grip the bear slipped out of my hands and I woke up thinking something under the bed was grabbing it. I managed to get up the nerve to look under the bed. Just the bear.
Now I have cats and they like to hide under the bed and swat at each other walking by. I had to take their super ball toys away because they figured out that they could drop them from the top of the stairs and watch them bounce down. When they hit the wooden stairs, they sounded like someone bounding up the stairs. Very unnerving the first night I heard that. Didn’t realize cats had a sense of humor (or an evil streak).
Black flies are my unholy dread. When I was 5 we took a family trip to my dad’s cousin’s farm. I fell asleep in the car, as kids are wont to do. When we arrived at the farm, I was still in dreamland. Rather than wake me, my parents let me sleep away. I woke up however longer later in a place I had never been before (never met these people, never been on a farm), all alone.
I remember getting out of the car, calling for my mom. No answer. I sleepily walked up to the farmhouse, opened up the seemingly black door
and realized it was a screen door covered in flies. They swarmed and buzzed all around. I screamed myself hoarse.
I still despise them with a passion. When I was in college I pretty much lived up at our cabin. In the fall the flies would get bad. One night their buzzing and their presence almost drove me crazy. No flyswatter would do. I plugged in the vaccuum and sucked all the little buggers I could find. I did not unplug the vaccuum afterwards. Went back to bed. Was woken an hour later by loud bang and rancid rubber smoke smell. There was a power surge and the vaccuum exploded. I had to clean up dead fly bits and burnt rubber the rest of the night. Ugh.
You wake up this morning feeling a little drowsy, but after a nice shower you’re perked up. You spend the morning relaxing watching TV and surfing the net. After lunch you head out to the fair with your group of friends. You walk around, go on some rides, laugh and tell jokes. You hear a loud clang from the nearby roller coaster, and a random gear is suddenly detached and flying through the air. The next thing you know, your friend is lying on the ground, messily beheaded.
Sudden, spontaneous, horrible death is something that fills me with dread. Whether I’m the victim or a bystander, the situation is just horrible to contemplate.
Also, beehives, or any dense collection of bees. There was a news story of people finding an old abandoned trailor that had been turned into a giant beehive. Just imagine walking in it, or falling in it. Ugh. Just thinking about it makes me shudder.