Heights. A tall building balcony or roof, a cliff edge.
I want to throw myself off. It’s just a wild urge because it would be so cool to see the ground coming up, the world flowing by . . .
My phobias… -shivers- Okies…
Getting shot. Don’t ask em why but I am so afraid of getting shot. I’ve had nightmares about it before. Once I died of a shot wound, and another time I was in a house with no way to hide (windows in everyroom) and a sniper outside taking potshots at me. It’s pretty unlikely I will get shot, but still… and the thing is I don’t mind going out shooting guns. I’ve been to the shooting range before.
Falling. I’m always afraid of falling, when playing Mario I tense whenever I have to jump over a gap of some kind and when I’m on a walkway and look down I have the perverse urge to jump but am afraid of the fall. I blame this on why I cannot downhill ski or rollerblade, whenever I get on an incline and gravity kicks in I freak. I have tried to get over this (via zip lines and jumping from the MACH tower as well as attempting downhill sking and rollerblading) but it’s still there.
Something pulling me under the bed. I prefer to have my bed without a frame the box and mattress directly on the floor, unfortunately this isn’t possible as I live with Grandma and I can’t redecorate. So I always keep my hands and feet on the bed and get into bed from a foot away.
Bloody Mary Yes, I know this is a tale made to scare kids but I’ve been scared of it forever. I cannot go to the bathroom in the dark for fear that she will manifest herself despite my not even trying to call her and kill me.
Dark Basements Now basements in and of themselves don’t freak me out. In fact my computer is in the basement and that is where I am typing this. It’s only when it’s dark that I start to freak. I always feel like someone (or something) is coming up behind me and gonna grab me.
Tickling This is just a recent phenomena with me. I used to not mind being tickled but Greg tickles me so much now I automatically flinch when a guy makes a motion that even looks like it could turn into a tickle. Now they just fake me out for laughs.
-thinks that’s enough for now-
When people take pieces of printer paper and rub them against a wall with latex paint. Absolutely drives me up the, um, well, …the wall.
Yes. Yes. I forgot about that one. I can’t walk into the dark bathroom without closing my eyes first. And as I grope for the lightswitch, I’m afraid my wrist is going to be grabbed.
Sheri
Crickets to some extent, but, for me, worse is cockroaches. Living in Phoenix, though, you have to deal with them to some extent. And we get the huge, flying ones. Ugh. It’s part of the reason I am married - I couldn’t bear to give up the roach-remover. (Well, and he’s a pretty good guy, too. 
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Death is a biggie. And, now, planes. I haven’t been in one since September, but every time I see one taking off or landing (I drive by the airport every day), I expect to see it explode. On a related note, bridges. Short ones are fine, but I will never go to the Florida Keys, simply because of the bridges. We were in San Diego last weekend, and just LOOKING at the Coronado Bridge freaked me out. I couldn’t imagine actually putting my car on it and crossing it.
OMG Bridges! How did I forget this one! When I was little my parents took me to SanFrancisco and we went over the Bay Bridge, shudder, and I’ve had reoccuring nightmares ever since. I was driving when we went to South Padre Island last spring and didn’t realize we were going to have to go over this huge bridge until we came upon it. I pulled over right then and made him drive so I could shut my eyes. This ties in with the water thing too.
Chalk. Yep… good old-fashioned blacboard chalk.
I think it’s the textureof stuff that gets to me For some reason I imagine what it would be like to bite down on a piece of chalk which makes me do a little wiggly-jump dance in which everyone laughs at me.
Chalk is nearly as bad as gulp fingernails on a blackboard aaarrrrggghhhh. I have to go now… wiggly-jumpy dancing… tooo… much…
Me, I’m afraid of pain. I can (sort of) stand little things like paper cuts and bruises, but I’m awful scared of even those. I don’t go waaaay out of my way to prevent them, but I do take precautions not to do anything that could get me hurt. I’ve trained myself not to notice bruises and really little things like that, though.
Oddly enough, though, I like climbing trees. 
Go figure.
More votes here for needles and heights. When everyone else went to the top of the Sears building in Chicago I declined to go.
Here’s one that hasn’t been mentioned yet: The advertisement posters in the subway. I’m a little taller than average, and those posters hang from the ceiling so that the bottom edges are just at the top of my head. I keep worrying that if I end up having to stand under one off them I’ll get a paper cut across the top of my scalp. I won’t feel it when it happens, I’ll just notice the blood poring out of my head and I’ll be stuck there in a packed subway car unable to move or do anything until we reach the next station.
Accidentally dropping my keys into a sewer. Whenever I am carrying my keys across a street and there is a manhole cover anywhere near, my keys are in a deathgrip that would take saws to open.
I wouldn’t call it a phobia, but I really HATE tomato seeds. Especially the ones from cherry tomatoes. My daughter eats tons of them, and I can’t clean them up.
Something about their slippery texture makes me really queasy.
I had tried to post yesterday, but my company had network probs. But your post, Anahita, is similar to what I was going to post.
I get squicked out by weird food textures - cooked eggplant, strawberry jam (when I bite down on a seed, I always think there is a flea in my food - yuck.). I even have a name for this condition:
Tapioca-phobia
It all started when I was about 4 or 5 years old and had just put my first spoonful of tapioca in my mouth. This old geezer says to me “hey, sonny, you know what those things are in there? FISH EYES!!”. I was freaked to the soles of my little shoes.
Clowns
:eek:
Ever since was a little girl I have been terrified of clowns. Even pictures of clowns give me the creeps.