Childhood Fears

Calamity Jane

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I'll admit I'm not a very brave person. I've absorbed far too much Stephen King during my life to be without phobias. I read Firestarter in Kindergarten...

What childhood fears still have a hold on you? Do you get the feeling someone is watching you in a dark room? Refuse to let your leg or arm hang off the side of the bed at night? Get a cold shiver when you hear the house creak late at night?

I'm afraid of the dark. I consider it an extreme act of bravery to sit on my porch at night when the moon is less than full and have a cigarette.

I have a hard time walking across the road to check the mail when there's corn planted in the field near the box. Clowns scare the hell out of me.

I hate masks. All the gory, nasty make-up in the world is nothing compared to a not-very-scary mask on someone's face.

People dressed up as animals (the Easter Bunny at the Mall, Smokey the Bear, etc.) creep me out so bad i can barely stand to look at them.

C'mon... share your neuroses!
 
Clowns, Ventriliquist Dummies :eek: just the thought...*faint*
 
Oh yeah, clowns and masks.
Especially if they're masks of clowns!
When I was little my grandmother had this clown mask thingie hanging on the wall in the hallway. There was this little string that hung down under his chin, and when you pulled it, the eyes would twirl, the tongue would pop in and out of its mouth, and it would squirt water at you. And the whole while, it would be making the most evil, malicious sounding laugh you can imagine!
Scared the crap out of me.
 
Big dogs make me freeze even before I know I'm doing it.

Heights chill me and make me physically ill. Water scares me a lot, too (large bodies of it, that is), so going over bridges area a real treat. I actually break out into a cold sweat.

I've never liked the dark at all. I always sleep with the TV on (set with the sleep timer) or some sort of radio or something going in the background.

Stephen King got me, too. My first was "The Dead Zone" when I was about 15.
 
S King didnt get me, it was James Herbert! But lots of creepy crawly things in a mass freak me out, make me want to go all psycho stompy stompy
 
I used to think a Vampire lived in my closet. Sometimes I still have to check out the hall closet, just to be sure.

When I lived at my grandpas I thought a hobo lived down stairs. A little bit ago the people upstairs were robbed. I was sure the guy was hiding out in my apt.

I always find myself looking under my car as I approach it, and checking the back seats. I have an interior light now, but I used to do the arm sweep.

Stephen King books never really scared me all that much, usually those stories stay in my imagination. I used to have a lot of nightmares though.
 
mimes....freakin' mimes are just plane assed weird. pullin' on those invisable ropes, climbin' ladders that aren't there. quit breathin' my air you assholes. of course there are exceptions to the rule i suppose. i knew a gal once that was a singin' mime and she was pretty nasty and fun to be around. she was different, you know?

the rest of 'em, put 'em in those invisable freakin' boxes they like to play with and pack 'em over to osama's neck of the woods and let them figure out why they deserve to live.
 
I think I would've stayed the hell out of that hallway Opposing Balance!


Jimmie, you have to get over it if you're going to deliver to my house. Three big dogs are guaranteed to meet you at your car.

Astro... June Bugs! Make me go all girlie and screaming

And the 'there is probably someone in my backseat thing... I do that too.
 
pagancowgirl said:
Jimmie, you have to get over it if you're going to deliver to my house. Three big dogs are guaranteed to meet you at your car.

You'll definitely notice me freeze for a moment. It usually takes me that long to remember that, for the most part, if you act dominant, the dogs will treat you as dominant. I've never had a real problem with a big dog before, but it's just one of those things that have hung on since my childhood. :)
 
pagancowgirl said:
I think I would've stayed the hell out of that hallway Opposing Balance!
Yeah, no joke!
After the first time I pulled that string, I always had to make sure that the hall lights were all on, and would run past as fast as I could hugging the opposite wall.
 
As people who know me will tell you, I'm a bit odd. I love fire, the ocean, heights, big dogs, wild animals, but those insects on mass and spiders hate them.

So if I may, I would add this to the thread, any of those childhood fears you've had to face? For example I went on a trip, came out of my attempt at a tent and faced a spider on the pole infront of me - not a wee British spider that I am used to, a big hairy, mult-eyed killing machine. After sitting there eyeball to eyeballs I figuerd it was as scared of me as I was off it and got on with what I was doing.
 
I'm petrified of the dark and of bugs. My mom's man used to think it was just a fuckin riot to put spiders in my bed while I slept. Or his other all time fave...Locking me in the grain bin while I shoveled the grain down the chute. Guess what lived in the grain bin? BUGS...tons of them. Makes me shiver just thinking about it.

Nope...I'll never get over it, I don't want to.
 
Astro said:
So if I may, I would add this to the thread, any of those childhood fears you've had to face? For example I went on a trip, came out of my attempt at a tent and faced a spider on the pole infront of me - not a wee British spider that I am used to, a big hairy, mult-eyed killing machine. After sitting there eyeball to eyeballs I figuerd it was as scared of me as I was off it and got on with what I was doing.

Most of mine I have to face frequently, because they're such silly, everyday fears. One night, I had a flat tire, and had to walk a mile to my mom's house on a dark gravel road, flanked on both sides by cornfields. That was fun.
 
great thread - I'm sure to have nightmares tonight. :)

When I was in 2nd grade, a girlfriend asked me to go to the movies with her - a double feature. "Taste the Blood of Dracula" and "Trog." 10 minutes into the first one, I knew it was a little over the top for me, so I called my dad to come get me. The lazy asshole refused to drive the entire one mile to get me, so I was stuck til Sally's mom brought me home.

For at least 6 mos after that, I couldn't be alone. I loved school because there were lots of people there. We lived in a rural area - I wouldn't go outside, even with others. Whenever we were in the car, I would be bolt upright looking over the front seat, sure that a monster was going to run out in front of our car.

I don't think I got over that until I was a teenager! <shiver>
 
I will never walk over a bridge, never ever. It doesn't even have to be a bridge thats over water, even those walking bridges that cross over a road scare me to death. Always fear a strong gust of would come up and blow me over the edge.


Stephen King never got to me either (the books anyway). The first book of his I read was "IT", wasn't a scary read but I would never watch the movie version at night again. I still remember when KidStop had a slumber party at an old armory and we watched that movie at 12 am. The bad part about seeing it at that armory was that the bathroom there was just like the one in the movie, had that drain in the middle of the floor and everything, quite tramatic for a 9 year old.:eek:
 
When I was about 6 years old, my neighbors 27 year old son killed himself. His fiance left him. He left a note saying he'd rather die now than die alone. That scared the shit out of me, and every since that day...I'm scared to death I'm going to die alone. It haunts me in my sleep. Now more than ever.
 
Warrior - this is a famous bridge on the North Antrim coast.
 
StrawberryPez said:
I'm scared to death I'm going to die alone. It haunts me in my sleep. Now more than ever.

I'm not afraid to die, but I am afraid that no one will know I'm dead for days and days.
 
Astro said:
Warrior - this is a famous bridge on the North Antrim coast.


Oh jesus fuck. Just thinking about going over that makes me hyperventilate. I can at least look at a concrete bridge without going nuts but those rope, free hanging ones scare the shit out of me.:eek:
 
Its a great tourist spot, however it leads over to an island, the RAF helicopters have been called alot to airlift people off who are toafraid to go back!

They have made it safer now, and so not as much fun, I went over it when I was 3 years old, and was too small to reach the handrails - my first memory :)
 
SleepingWarrior said:



Everyone dies alone... I just hope there will be someone to mourn my passing.

That's not true. I've personally sat with many people while they have passed from this life. It's my job to.
 
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