Fears and phobias

[darqlink51]

You know when there's puddles of water on a countertop, and you make a sandwich or something with bread? And the crumbs are in the water, and they start turning into sludge? I'm afraid of touching that.

M'yep.

[Sub-zero]

Have I mentioned that I hate the feeling of biting a towel and ripping cotton? Hate them so much, that I'm afraid of doing such things.

[Outlaw]

You know when a shoe string rips or messes up so it untwines? I hate that. It irritates me to try to tie a shoe with the lace like that.

[Xia the Ninja]

I'm afraid of heights, sharp objects (except scissors), and reaching my hand down the kitchen sink's food drain thing.

[gigatravis]

I'm afraid of heights, sharp objects (except scissors), and reaching my hand down the kitchen sink's food drain thing.

This, except for the sharp objects part, though I am afraid of sticking my hand down the drain. I'm sometimes afraid of heights, it depends on the situation. I also don't like the feeling of nails on a chalkboard.

[squeehunter]

I was afraid someone was going to accidentily spit blood in my eye and give me HIV for about four years. I wore safety goggles around. I think I got tested nearly 10 times. I'm over it now, but it mixed with the general apathy I got from my anxiety medicine had the funny side effect of causing me not to fear death anymore. It's actually a pretty cool "super-power" in a way. I was skating out in a thunderstorm a couple days ago and the lightning didn't bother me at all.

Don't worry, I'm not the slightest bit suicidal and I'm not depressed either, but it's just that once the fear of death is gone, I kind of wish I was dead since in general, I don't think life is all that great. Afterlife or not, I just think being dead in general is better than being alive. (Technically, I believe I'd be unconscious with all the other dead for however many more years it takes Jesus to come back already so it wouldn't be much different either way)

[Steamlord]

I'm now afraid of nails. Because this morning I impaled my finger on one. And it hurt.

I'm also afraid of getting called on in class. Not mortally, but enough to stress me out a bit. Surprisingly, I'm a pretty shy person in real life. Who'da thunk it, right?

[Outlaw]

Well, Me. I am paranoid. I WOULD carry around my phone in my pocket during school but I am afraid it would go off. Same for my Ipod Touch. People say, "Oh just take the battery our, put it on vibrate, lock it." It doesn't matter I am still paranoid. Same for electronics I don't know what it is. I am just paranoid. At a lot of things actually.

[Steamlord]

I'm kind of like that. Before I go to school, I check my phone multiple times to make absolutely sure it's on silent. And when I call someone, I check the screen several times while it's ringing to make sure I've dialed the right person. And when I'm not using my iPod, I always turn the volume all the way down and lock it.

[gigatravis]

This was a one-time only thing, but I feel like I should post it. A couple of months ago, I went on Encyclopedia Dramatica's Creepy Chan page (I think that's what its name is). I read the entire page, and looked at all the pictures. I usually don't get freaked out by stuff like this. After I read about halfway down the page, everything around me seemed to be surreal. I went the rest of the day without freaking out, but when I went to my closet to put my clothes away while it was dark, I was so sure a rotting hand would just burst through the darkness, and grab my mind. It was just as worse when I was in bed. I kept on imagining the things I had seen, and the darkness made them scary. Its amazing what darkness can do. I even expected some creepy stuff to show up right outside my window at any moment. And keep in mind this all happened a couple of months ago.

[Steamlord]

Yeah... I went to a certain innocently titled entry on Encyclopedia Dramatica... I will never be the same again. I have never seen such terror. The pictures... they just kept coming! (runs screaming out a window)

[gigatravis]

Yeah... I went to a certain innocently titled entry on Encyclopedia Dramatica... I will never be the same again. I have never seen such terror. The pictures... they just kept coming! (runs screaming out a window)

It was the "offended" article, wan't it?
...
Great, now people are going to look it up. DON'T! It is filled with the most foul, disgusting, bloody pics ever found on the internet. They will haunt your mind and soul.

[Steamlord]

No, it was much, much worse. And don't worry, I'm not even going to utter its name. Because I know how people work - once I say it, the more I try to convince people not to go there, the more they'll want to. So I just won't say it in the first place.

[Lazarius]

I can scare incredibly easily, but I'm very good with Horror movies. This is probably because I have no problem with sudden shocks, or gore or blood or any of the things horror movies try to scare you with.

I despise being watched. The idea keeps me up at night. Doubly so if it involves window. The idea of someone's face pressed up against the glass scares me to the point I'd probably pass out if it I turned around to see it. The concept of staying awake all night, that if I just open my eyes or turn my head I'd see the face there scares me so much I'd consider suicide as an alternative to having to experience that. I'm scared of mirrors for basically the same reason. All this of course leads to fear of the dark.

I link all this to my reading (and seeing the movie) of Turn of the Screw at a young age. I recall it fetured a child dying of fright when he saw man pressed up against the glass watching him.

... I'm going to bed.

[sharonlover]

Going along Laz's post.

I can't stand the site of real blood, whether it be in pictures, documentary's, the news, my own, my wife's, none of it. I usually get really faint and have been known to pass out.

I have no problem with horror movies though, I too can watch and enjoy and get a good scare. It's funny how in pictures the mind can tell what is fake and what is not. I had a friend who exposed me to faces of death once, and I just couldn't take it, nor could I understand how people could watch and enjoy as someone was killed in front of them. That sickens me, but hey to each there own.

As for the window thing, OMG, I so know what you mean. When I was young, I was sleeping over at a friends house in the woods. It was Friday the 13th and we were playing outside in the woods earlier in the day. We both felt like we were being watched so went in for the rest of the afternoon. We went to bed and sometime during the night I was awakened by something. As I'm laying there in bed, I turn to the window and see someone with a hockey mask staring in, just very still and staring, not even turning his head.

I didn't want to move, because I didn't know if he could see me. I turned my head and all my friends were fast asleep and I could here the parents in the room next door sleeping. I was frozen in terror, waiting for something, eventually I turned away for a minute and when I looked back he was gone. I instantly woke up my friends who woke their parents who told us we were delusional.

The next morning we went outside to the window and there were axe marks all over the ground.

My assumption when I got older were some neighborhood (mind you the closest neighbor was at least 3 miles down the road because we were in the WOODS) kids were playing with us, or someone was actually snooping around. At the time, I wouldn't go back to see them because of that.