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Post by peasapie on Oct 29, 2017 22:42:13 GMT
Quicksand. I just knew I was going to randomly come across all the time. FTR, I've never seen quicksand nor do I know anyone that has. Ive seen quicksand, and been in it. So now you can say you know one person! I used to be scared of the hole in the floor under my bed that opened up in the dark and a monster lived there. He would wait for the lights to go off then could grab any hand or foot hanging off the bed and pull the person into the hole. He couldn't come out from under the bed and he couldn't reach up on the bed. So I would turn out my light and run then Jump as far as I could to get on the bed before I got grabbed. I have no idea where I came up with this monster. Mom tried to convince me it wasn't real by moving the bed so I could see there was no hole in the floor. What she didn't understand is the hole moved with the bed And the hole didn't exist in the day time. Since I had an antique bed that sat up high there was lots of room under it to be a play fort but only during daylight hours!! This makes perfect sense to me, LOL!
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Post by azredhead on Oct 29, 2017 23:01:24 GMT
The witch from the Wizard of Oz. The movie would be on once a year around Easter and I'd watch it even though it scared me to death. If I had to get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night, I was convinced she'd be hiding in the toilet waiting to poke me with her pointy fingernails (I didn't put it together that she couldn't be in there because of the water, haha!) I was also convinced she'd then move to under my bed, with a variety of other creepy thinks, so I'd take a running start and jump from my bedroom doorway into my bed. I still don't like to stand near my bed in the dark...I'm weird! It's the creepy monkies for me!! lol! And even the munchkins, but maybe because i"m a little person at 4'11. lol! I was tiny growing up. They used to tease me that I'd get picked up by monkies! ET is another. I can't watch some of those old movies. Even Disney ones.
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Post by tuesdaysgone on Oct 29, 2017 23:03:15 GMT
I grew up in Northern California in the 1970s. I was very concerned and fearful that I'd be the next victim of the Zodiac killer. It was real to me because two students from the college where my father taught were his victims at Lake Berryessa. The headlines dominated the news and I took it very seriously.
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Post by maryland on Oct 29, 2017 23:19:44 GMT
It's always elevators and haunted houses (afraid I won't find my way out!)!
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Post by georgiapea on Oct 29, 2017 23:34:50 GMT
After we moved from the calls Lily house a Fox lived under my bed. I had to make a flying leap onto the bed because it was there even in the daylight. I couldn't get near that bed or it would have grabbed my legs. I have no recollection of any scary Fox story and this was in the 40's, long before TV. No part of me could ever extend over the edge, even a finger.
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Post by 950nancy on Oct 29, 2017 23:49:15 GMT
It's always elevators and haunted houses (afraid I won't find my way out!)! I can't watch a scary movie anymore to save my life. I hate suspense and gore. But a haunted house? Haven't met one I haven't loved. I used to work in them in high school. I loved playing coffin girl. People would reach over the rope to see if I was alive (I would lie perfectly still and try to stop breathing) and the guy behind the curtain with the axe would scream and chase them out of the room. Ahhh, good times. I have no fear of coffins. They are actually really comfortable. One year I went with coworkers to a great haunted town. We started walking down a hallway that got smaller and smaller. We ended up crawling on our hands and knees and then three of us got shuttled into a box (simulated coffin) and you heard them nail the top on and chains moved it. Through the magic of it all you felt like you got lowered into the ground and had dirt thrown on the top of the box. I thought my coworker was going to pass out. It took a few minutes for the top to open and we entered another maze room, but that was a great simulation. It was the only place I actually thought that someone could get stuck and no one would actually know.
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Post by 950nancy on Oct 29, 2017 23:55:57 GMT
I am not a fan of sewers that have large openings with no grates. A person could easily get stuck in one. Not to mention the possibility of meeting a creepy ass clown with a balloon.
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Post by kate on Oct 30, 2017 0:04:04 GMT
I was afraid of dead bodies - mostly human, but I was also afraid of my guinea pig's body when it died. I would turn my head away from funeral homes and cemeteries even if we were driving by in the car. I often got sick when someone died (I mean flu or strep throat, not nervous vomiting), and I hung on desperately to my parents when we had to go to a wake. I used to pray that I would never have to stay overnight in the hospital because there were dead people in the building. Whenever there was a news story about a body being found in the woods, I'd stay faaaaaar from my own woods for months afterward - even if the woods in the news story were halfway across the country.
Although she was sympathetic and never once mocked me, my poor mom did not understand at all. "It's just a shell, honey, the person's gone to heaven already," she used to say. It didn't help.
After I started working in churches, funerals were part of the deal. I'm happy to say that I am no longer freaked out by dead bodies. For me, wakes and funerals are an important part of the grieving process. And yes, my children go - although if any of them expressed fear, I might not obligate them to go.
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Post by MorningPerson on Oct 30, 2017 0:08:37 GMT
Add me to the quicksand list. I'm surprised to see others here. I wonder if that came from an episode of Lassie? Which would totally date us if that's it! So tell us about your quicksand experience voltagain ! My first encounter was on my granddad's farm. The quicksand in one spot was over a large flat rock formation so was limited in depth to about waist deep on me before hitting the rock underneath. My dad would take us kids there to play in it (supervised!) and learn how to survive it if we found deeper quicksand pits. People die in quicksand by suffocation. If you lay on it, spread your body weight out over as large an area as possible you will float in it. The surface tension of the water will hold you up just like in open water. But if you attempt to walk "on" it you sink deeper and deeper. The play of water tension and sand pulls you into an ever deeper and ever tightening grip. The danger of quicksand is the deceptiveness of how it looks like sand but is actually more like water. If you try to treat it like sand you will drown in it if it is deep enough. If you treat it like water you can float on it and gently wiggle your way out of it with careful swimming motions or until a companion can provide something to hold onto and be pulled out. Oklahoma has lots of broad seasonal river/creek beds that only have water part of the year. They are prime spots to find quicksand and of course those river beds were places we liked to explore as kids/teens. So recognizing quicksand before we stepped in it, and knowing what to do if we did step in it because we weren't' paying attention was an important life skill. Yikes! Thanks for sharing. SaveSave
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Post by maryland on Oct 30, 2017 0:45:12 GMT
It's always elevators and haunted houses (afraid I won't find my way out!)! I can't watch a scary movie anymore to save my life. I hate suspense and gore. But a haunted house? Haven't met one I haven't loved. I used to work in them in high school. I loved playing coffin girl. People would reach over the rope to see if I was alive (I would lie perfectly still and try to stop breathing) and the guy behind the curtain with the axe would scream and chase them out of the room. Ahhh, good times. I have no fear of coffins. They are actually really comfortable. One year I went with coworkers to a great haunted town. We started walking down a hallway that got smaller and smaller. We ended up crawling on our hands and knees and then three of us got shuttled into a box (simulated coffin) and you heard them nail the top on and chains moved it. Through the magic of it all you felt like you got lowered into the ground and had dirt thrown on the top of the box. I thought my coworker was going to pass out. It took a few minutes for the top to open and we entered another maze room, but that was a great simulation. It was the only place I actually thought that someone could get stuck and no one would actually know. I think my fear of haunted houses came from what happened at a fair when I was a young teen. My younger brother and I went to the carnival picnic for my uncles employer. They had a haunted house/maze in a tractor trailer. I was in the summer and very hot! Well, it was very dark and I got lost in the maze and couldn't find my way out. My younger brother wasn't scared at all and is much better with directions than I am! I was feeling people's heads to try to find my brother (I guess I could have gotten into a lot of trouble for "touching" people in there!). I finally found my way out and have not gone in haunted houses or mazes since then. I wish I liked them because there are a lot of fun ones in our area!
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Post by samantha25 on Oct 30, 2017 0:54:56 GMT
A haunted house in downtown Evansville, Indiana.... you had to walk past an old jail cell and was focused on what was in the cell, but lurking in the corner, outside of the cell, where patrons walked was a huge Freddy Kruger on stilts... SCAREY!
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Post by pherena on Oct 30, 2017 1:09:21 GMT
The dark. Clowns. Santa Claus. All things my Mother used as threats of something bad to get us to "behave" at certain times of the year. Thanks, Mom.
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Post by chendra on Oct 30, 2017 1:19:46 GMT
That our parents would die and we would have to go live with our aunt and uncle.
Killer bees
The Blob
Wolverines
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Post by Eddie-n-Harley on Oct 30, 2017 1:35:17 GMT
When I was growing up, we had several acres of land. There was a creek-- maybe 20 feet across, nowhere more than knee deep, fun to walk over when it was frozen-- in the backyard. So, you know, sometimes you'd walk out there and there'd be a flock of canadian geese visiting. Or you might find a great blue heron out there fishing. You might see a muskrat swimming. On occasion, there'd be a very large snapping turtle that had crawled out.
But I used to have a recurring nightmare that I'd walk out there and there would be a freaking gigantic alligator. And it was always a very big deal because WTF is an alligator doing so far north, and also, is he going to EAT ME???
Honestly, though, he was probably there for the chickens.
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Post by femalebusiness on Oct 30, 2017 1:50:30 GMT
My older cousin told me that the drain in the pool would suck me through it. She made a circle with her thumbs and pointer fingers to show me how big the drain was then she ran her finger circle over my head and shoulders to show that I would fit through the drain. It took me a long time before I wasn’t afraid that I'd get sucked down through the pool drain.
She was a nut job, she liked to play kidnap and murder. My dad finally put his foot down and wouldn’t allow me and my sister to play with her anymore. The cousin went on to a life of debauchery and crime.
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Post by 950nancy on Oct 30, 2017 2:11:28 GMT
I can't watch a scary movie anymore to save my life. I hate suspense and gore. But a haunted house? Haven't met one I haven't loved. I used to work in them in high school. I loved playing coffin girl. People would reach over the rope to see if I was alive (I would lie perfectly still and try to stop breathing) and the guy behind the curtain with the axe would scream and chase them out of the room. Ahhh, good times. I have no fear of coffins. They are actually really comfortable. One year I went with coworkers to a great haunted town. We started walking down a hallway that got smaller and smaller. We ended up crawling on our hands and knees and then three of us got shuttled into a box (simulated coffin) and you heard them nail the top on and chains moved it. Through the magic of it all you felt like you got lowered into the ground and had dirt thrown on the top of the box. I thought my coworker was going to pass out. It took a few minutes for the top to open and we entered another maze room, but that was a great simulation. It was the only place I actually thought that someone could get stuck and no one would actually know. I think my fear of haunted houses came from what happened at a fair when I was a young teen. My younger brother and I went to the carnival picnic for my uncles employer. They had a haunted house/maze in a tractor trailer. I was in the summer and very hot! Well, it was very dark and I got lost in the maze and couldn't find my way out. My younger brother wasn't scared at all and is much better with directions than I am! I was feeling people's heads to try to find my brother (I guess I could have gotten into a lot of trouble for "touching" people in there!). I finally found my way out and have not gone in haunted houses or mazes since then. I wish I liked them because there are a lot of fun ones in our area! Things that happen to you when you are little seem so much scarier. The group of ladies that I frequent mazes and houses with are screaming, running fools. They are more fun to watch than the masked workers. You should try one with a bunch of people and see if it still frightens you.
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Post by shessoaverage on Oct 30, 2017 2:11:34 GMT
I was afraid of lots of things (Thanks, relatives with anxiety disorders!) but the worst was nuclear war. I was in first grade during the Cuban Missile Crisis, so I guess it was on everyone's mind. We had to watch a cartoon about what to do "when the flash came," then practice getting down under our desks with our arms over our heads. One day we practiced walking home in case "our parents couldn't come get us." And, there was the dog tag necklace your parents could buy with all your info, including religion, stamped on it. I guess so they could give you a decent burial? It was all made worse by the test of the air raid siren every Saturday at noon. That was a creepy sound! Sad to say, I was six, and I didn't expect to live to grow up.
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Post by 950nancy on Oct 30, 2017 2:12:56 GMT
My older cousin told me that the drain in the pool would suck me through it. She made a circle with her thumbs and pointer fingers to show me how big the drain was then she ran her finger circle over my head and shoulders to show that I would fit through the drain. It took me a long time before I wasn’t afraid that I'd get sucked down through the pool drain. She was a nut job, she liked to play kidnap and murder. My dad finally put his foot down and wouldn’t allow me and my sister to play with her anymore. The cousin went on to a life of debauchery and crime. I feel like I need to clarify my like... what I mean is yeah, some people are crazy even as young people.
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Post by camcas on Oct 30, 2017 2:53:56 GMT
Dr Who. The cyber men scared me witless. Punch and Judy. Clowns. Dolls. We must be sisters from another mother...my list exactly.....!
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Post by oaksong on Oct 30, 2017 3:01:35 GMT
The Wizard of Oz flying monkeys! And as a small child, real life monsters, sadly. Nothing else really scared me after that.
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Post by hop2 on Oct 30, 2017 3:32:51 GMT
When we were sick my parents made us sleep on the couch so they didn’t have to go upstairs to see if we expired in our sleep. 😜actually it was so they didn’t have to go upstairs to give medicine or liquids. I come from the time when illness meant baby aspirin every 4 hours ( yeah the stuff that’s banned from kids now )
But I digress, my mother rarely slept and would stay up and watch creepy late night movies with me there on the couch. I was traumatized at a very young age by many movies. Mostly movies that seem really corny to me now. I was super young when she traumatized me with the Poseidon adventure. I was maybe 7 when she watched the birds and the one based on Poe. There was the blob. Some movie about giant ants who pinched people in half. ( still don’t like ants ) some movie where people answered the phone and died. ( I somehow wasn’t afraid of the phone as long as someone else answered it! ) The car. That movie was terrifying then.
The worst was some idiotic movie about hazing fraternity pledges and how one choked to death on raw liver they were forced to ‘eat’ blindfolded. The kid turned blue and died and no one fessed up blah blah blah. Yeah well shortly after that my nightlight bulb went out and my dad replaced it with a blue tinted one. I would wake up at night and look at myself and I’d be’blue’ And I’d scream.
I actually think this was right before we got a 2nd TV in my parents bedroom. No more late night horror flicks for sick children after that!
I spent many years being terrified of blue lights, ( black lights too ) liver, answering the phone, head lights on cars, and fraternities. Yeah, still not fond of fraternities, can’t get over that first impression.
And I still don’t like horror movies they always make me feel like I’m ill.
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Post by my3freaks on Oct 30, 2017 6:29:00 GMT
One year I went with coworkers to a great haunted town. We started walking down a hallway that got smaller and smaller. We ended up crawling on our hands and knees and then three of us got shuttled into a box (simulated coffin) and you heard them nail the top on and chains moved it. Through the magic of it all you felt like you got lowered into the ground and had dirt thrown on the top of the box. I thought my coworker was going to pass out. It took a few minutes for the top to open and we entered another maze room, but that was a great simulation. It was the only place I actually thought that someone could get stuck and no one would actually know. I would totally lose my shit, that sounds like one of my nightmares! Clowns & snakes are my other two, and still are. I've been afraid of clowns for as long as I can remember and then then one thought he was being funny, and did something that pretty much traumatized me at an amusement park when I was 16.
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Post by gryroagain on Oct 30, 2017 7:15:09 GMT
The Green River Killer, but since they found the first body right below my house that does make some sense! I wasn't old enough to know he killed mostly prostitutes and not children, I was sure he was going to get me someday. Or I'd find a body...they found one near my elementary school when I was in 6th grade.
Turned out all those years later he worked at the truck plant right next to our favorite family restaurant on Hwy 99. He ate there for sure, and we did 2-3 times a week, so chances are I did actually see him.
Sort of a consistent childhood theme, the Green River Killer.
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Post by lesserknownpea on Oct 30, 2017 7:28:46 GMT
The movie The Birds. Made me hate birds for years.
( I’m not counting things in real life that terrified me, like the abusive adults in my life. Actually, that made the make belief stuff seem tame. )
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Post by Patter on Oct 30, 2017 10:32:04 GMT
When my sister and brother told me we were going to a fun movie but tricked me and took me to a horror movie instead. In the theater, there were then scary people dressed up walking down the aisles. They thought it was hilarious. I didn’t! Hated it, still hate Halloween and don’t participate. I had a neighbor pull a prank on me one year at Halloween when I was home because he knew hubby was out of the country. I have always hated scary things and the dark. No Halloween for me!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2017 10:48:41 GMT
Polio. It was a frequent topic of conversation in the 1st grade in 1952. My grandmother also lived in a town where there was a teen girl in a iron lung at home. That really doesn't make sense but that's what I remember.
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Post by RedSquirrelUK on Oct 30, 2017 10:54:02 GMT
The foxes that lived under my bed at night. I was terrified of them. These days I can only find dust bunnies there.... I had wolves under my bed. I used to get dressed and undressed standing on my bed, because if I put a foot over the edge, they would bite me. If I had to get up in the night to use the bathroom, I would jump from my bed to the door and scuttle out quickly. Then I had the dark stairs to contend with. I suppose I was actually more scared of the dark than of "things". Another pet hate is dolls. Even now. They're like dead babies' heads, staring, staring - not AT me, but past me. Creepy buggers.
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Post by rncaduceus on Oct 30, 2017 13:04:26 GMT
For me outhouses and taking a bath in tubs. I had no problems going behind the outhouse, but couldn't go inside it. I can now, but still prefer not to. My tub fear is still strong now. I am afraid the tub will fall thru the floor. I also do not like the tub walls touching my skin. I guess more like phobias but they scare the *sh*t* out of me to this day!
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Post by leannec on Oct 30, 2017 13:18:48 GMT
Clowns ... I've always been afraid of clowns and the phobia is still present today My dd's never had clowns at their birthday parties
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Post by blue tulip on Oct 30, 2017 13:21:28 GMT
nothing from a movie. tornados (even tho we live in MI and they are rare), and someone breaking in and killing my parents while I slept upstairs (we lived semi-isolated in the country, not in a bad neighborhood or anything). those were what I had reoccurring nightmares about, or couldn't sleep because of.
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