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What was your worst irrational fear as a kid?
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I was so afraid of cats hen I was a kid that, when they threw my first birthday party, my parents had the whole thing themed around little kittens and stuff. I still have the photos of me bawling my eyes out - and you can see the (lovely) decoration in the background; apparently, they only found out that same day, along with everyone else.
Watched Congo as a kid around 10 years old or such and it made me so scared of those grey gorillas so much so that i had nightmares for a time.
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The Gray Gorillas are an unnamed pack of hostile apes that acted as the main antagonists of the 1980 science fiction novel Congo by the late Michael Crichton, and its 1995 live action film adaptation of the same name. In the 1995 film adaptation, they were all portrayed by Misty Rosas, David...
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my grandma's creepy clown painting that was hung in such a position that you always saw it when you were going up the stairs. i use to hide my face every time i passed it. it was eventually replaced by a nice picture of boats but i still instinctively never looked at that spot.
As a too small child, I watched a Tales from the Darkside or one of those shows where a guy didn't turn on the light before he entered his hotel room and instead of his room he was in an alternate reality room with like a demon woman that eventually had his baby. It freaked me out so much that I would always turn the light on before closing the door behind me for years.
Buttons, I thought they would fall off things and somehow fall or fly into my mouth for some reason.
Was a dino-kid yet for whatever reason seeing dinosaurs unexpectedly would give me panic attacks. And that was right around the Lost World and my local video store had big cardboard rex head inside that scared me so much I had to turn my back when we'd go there. The dinosaur mural at Downtown Disney freaked me out so much I had to walk past it with my eyes closed
Still get a slight chill when I stumble onto an image unexpectedly
Dolls with china faces.
But this is a thread about irrational fears
For some reason, being able to hear the drip of a faucet or tub, particularly if it's not in line of sight (such as behind the shower curtain, or even if I'm just not looking at it) really creeped me out. Sometimes I have moments where it still does.
Some of it was that hearing a constant, cyclic sound in an otherwise quiet room is just creepy to me, and some of it was that the sound was similar to that of a ticking clock, which made me think of the passage of time and therefore mortality and death. I spent a lot of my teenage years being worried about death. (I still do that, too, honestly, but not as often.)
Some of it was that hearing a constant, cyclic sound in an otherwise quiet room is just creepy to me, and some of it was that the sound was similar to that of a ticking clock, which made me think of the passage of time and therefore mortality and death. I spent a lot of my teenage years being worried about death. (I still do that, too, honestly, but not as often.)
I was really afraid of cats for some reason, especially when I was maybe 6 or 7. I don't even recall having a particularly bad experience with a cat that would've brought it on, but I recall it reaching its peak during my brother's paper route. Our mom would sometimes drive us around during the paper route (as opposed to us walking - it was a small town), and I recall this one street having only two houses to which we delivered papers. One of us would take the first house while the other continued to the other end of the street in the car with Mom and return to pick up whoever took the first house. I tried to avoid the first house like the plague, though I don't think I ever admitted to it, nor did I ever let on that it was because of a cat.
Anyway, one day, I got stuck with that house, and that particular subscriber always wanted their newspaper on their side porch. Knowing the cat could be there, I snuck up to the porch and climbed the steps to put the paper up there, thinking the coast was clear. It was then that the cat jumped up from behind the side porch and onto the porch itself. Not thinking I had any other options, I approached the cat and spoke to it to calm it (though it was probably perfectly calm already, honestly), then hit it with the paper and retreated back to the car with the newspaper still in hand. I don't really know what happened after that, so I'll fast-forward to the next time I got stuck delivering to that house...
It was wintertime, so I was wearing a big, puffy coat with a hood. When it came time to deliver to the house with the cat, I was afraid that it'd recognize me from the previous incident, so I pulled the drawstrings on my hood so the hood covered as much of my face as possible, leaving me with a small hole to look through. I didn't see the cat this time, thankfully, so the ordeal really didn't go any further.
Oddly, this is the only instance I recall of having to deal with a cat when I was deathly afraid of them.
Anyway, one day, I got stuck with that house, and that particular subscriber always wanted their newspaper on their side porch. Knowing the cat could be there, I snuck up to the porch and climbed the steps to put the paper up there, thinking the coast was clear. It was then that the cat jumped up from behind the side porch and onto the porch itself. Not thinking I had any other options, I approached the cat and spoke to it to calm it (though it was probably perfectly calm already, honestly), then hit it with the paper and retreated back to the car with the newspaper still in hand. I don't really know what happened after that, so I'll fast-forward to the next time I got stuck delivering to that house...
It was wintertime, so I was wearing a big, puffy coat with a hood. When it came time to deliver to the house with the cat, I was afraid that it'd recognize me from the previous incident, so I pulled the drawstrings on my hood so the hood covered as much of my face as possible, leaving me with a small hole to look through. I didn't see the cat this time, thankfully, so the ordeal really didn't go any further.
Oddly, this is the only instance I recall of having to deal with a cat when I was deathly afraid of them.
I'm sorry but that's the most rational fear in the world.
And while I was not been made aware of the risk of toilet crabs until pretty recently, like "just now" recently, believe you me I will take the necessary drastic steps to address this nightmare scenario.
Going to take the Cheney doctrine on this.
This is gonna sound strange but that one scene in Spaceballs where they use the Schwartz to flip the switch on Mega Maid. For some reason the glowing moving switch scared the hell out of me and I would make a mad dash outside.
I was like 3 or 4 yrs old though.
I was like 3 or 4 yrs old though.
I was afraid that all of the Earth's trees would disappear and everyone would suffocate.
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In retrospect, not entirely irrational with respect to trees disappearing.
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In retrospect, not entirely irrational with respect to trees disappearing.
Alien abductions after Nick News scared the hell out of me.
Then a nuclear bomb going off thanks to Terminator 2.
Then a nuclear bomb going off thanks to Terminator 2.
Not really a tiny kid, more like 9 years old, I remember being concerned that planes flying over head or any lights I could see in the sky were incoming SCUD missiles due to constant nonsense about them on TV during the first Gulf War. Since I lived in a country with a bumpin domestic terrorism scene at the time, I probably should have been more concerned about that.
I once went into the back yard of an empty house next door to ours and I turned on the faucet and couldn't remember if I turned it off and I was scared it would cause a flood and I couldn't stop thinking about it.
I was very young and anxious for about a week before I was able to go back there and make sure it was not still on.
I was very young and anxious for about a week before I was able to go back there and make sure it was not still on.
I thought Godzilla was going to step on the theater and kill me sometimes when I was at the movies. I only ever saw one Godzilla film as a kid and have no memory of actually being scared of it… and I don't live near the beach so even if Godzilla did attack they'd probably have had time to warn us to leave the theater.
All my other childhood fears were justified and continue to this day.
All my other childhood fears were justified and continue to this day.
There was a big (like several feet tall) baby bottle at the Kroger in my grandparents' area, and apparently as a toddler I was terrified of it and would cry going anywhere near it.
I used to think sleeping next to a window with the blinds open would mean aliens would abduct me.
Sharks in a fresh water lake... and that's only because my father's friend let his daughter operate the motor boat we were on and she took turns WAY too fast. I wasn't afraid of the water or boats until that time and I went immediately to SHARKS because Jaws had made sharks a part of reoccurring nightmares (that still didn't necessarily make me afraid of water).
I didn't like playing games as a kid because I was scared of 1) dying in the game and 2) Game Over screens.
Edit: I also used to have intrusive thoughts where I'd think something like "God's peepee" and then I'd be scared shitless apologizing to God for what I was thinking. Lmao.
Edit: I also used to have intrusive thoughts where I'd think something like "God's peepee" and then I'd be scared shitless apologizing to God for what I was thinking. Lmao.
