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Let's play a game, /x/ My own personal fears involve the deep places of the world, such as the ocean (no one even KNOWS what's down there), deep caves (I wouldn't go see the Descent) and the like. I also have a thing with parasites: ticks and leeches creep me right the fuck out, and the movie Dreamcatcher gave me sleeping problems for a week.
Let the games begin!]]>Mage-kern pic related]]> Also, death. I don't know what's going to happen when I die and I'm terrified of it.]]>Mage-kernI'm afraid of open and plain spaces, fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck]]> <----This has got to be someones fear...]]> Like this?
I'm afraid of spiders...]]> Ha ha ha ha ha
I'm pretty unsettled by body horror, mutants and the like.]]>Mage-kern liek, screaming in agony and terror in a vain attempt to save yourself as your body slowly and irreversibly morphs into a grotesque, bloated, barely recognizable form? amirite On a side note, thinking about body horror always activates my white knight complex]]> me too lol.]]> I am scared of falling. Not heights, not hitting the ground, just... falling. I suppose it is the hitting the ground that I'm ultimately concerned with, but it doesn't bother me as much as the prospect of falling. Which is weird, as I'm ok in high places, and on aircraft. Because I have a solid floor under me.
Oh, and spirals. Because fuck you, /x/.]]>Madame StoryTeller!!6VWLzGF+N7e In b4 measuring a strand of hair in the mirror copypasta.]]>Madame StoryTeller!!6VWLzGF+N7eOh hai!]]> It started a night or so later. I woke up to some sort of noise in the middle of the night, out of a deep sleep. At first I had no idea what was going on, having just been startled awake, and I thought it was a TV off-broadcast signal. But then my half-unconcious mind realized I didn't have a TV in my room, or for that matter, anywhere upstairs. I snapped to my senses after realizing this fact, and the fear washed over me, my mind racing- was there some kind of UFO outside my window that was trying to talk to me? Was the FBI outside my door ready to take me away? Was it in my head, and I was going insane? When you're 12, your mind goes a mile a minute at every little thing. It sounded like some kind of gobbledegook going on and on, repeating, like a stuck record but warped and slightly off, in an untuned-radio kind of way...]]>And then it dawns on me. The fucking radio, I had left it on. I never unplugged it, the sound was coming from my old fucking radio. I rolled around in bed, having until then not moved at all for fear of what was going on behind me, and my eyes met with the radio still across the room, sitting on my shelf innocently, a little red light still faintly glowing near it's power button, the repetitive music still softly going. It wasn't loud enough to wake my mom up in the other room, but it was loud enough that it was all I could seem to hear. (I found out years later that the gobbledegook it was speaking was German.) I wasn't stupid, I knew this wasn't a music station and this was some of strange new-age shit, I knew there was something evil about what it was playing and that something was not right, like I wasn't supposed to be hearing this, like it wasn't meant for me.
Looking at my clock it read 2:50 or so AM, the only light in my room besides the LED and a glow-in-the-dark t-shirt on the floor was from the distant street lamps filtering in through my open blinds. I could see my reflection in the mirror behind it, also staring, not daring to tear it's eyes away from the demon radio, just like me. I don't think I'll ever be able to experience the sheer all-consuming, soul-freezing horror of those 3 minutes that felt like 3 hours. It's hard to describe the feeling of hearing something you know is wrong in some way, and no one can help you.]]>After a couple minutes and a long beep, it ceased, and radio went back to being the innocuous ripoff machine I bought a day or so ago. I guess I must have fallen asleep again, because I woke up and it was day, and I could hear my mom and my brother downstairs. Like fuck I forgot what happened that night, but of course I said nothing, I knew they wouldn't believe me, or at least, my mom would take my radio away saying it gave me nightmares. I could still hear the strange wobbly music in my ears, I still can to this day.
That was the first time I had heard a radio station, and the next time, I would come armed with a tape recorder.]]>SCARYWRITERMage-kernMary Poppins? That's the best you could do?]]>too easy]]> Captain Howdy from The Exorcist.]]> I used to have the same fear, but it went away when one of my family members started vomiting blood. You'll get over it in due time.]]> Top that.]]>Mage-kern Prison gangbang rape by a large group of seven foot tall black men with 10 inch, bladed penises? Who completely disregard your existing holes and just make new ones?]]>
I laugh, /x/, I laugh.]]>nigger OMG I know just what you mean. I went to a tower during a vacation one time and we went out onto this open air deck with just a guardrail to keep you from falling. The entire time I kept like daring myself to climb up onto the guardrail and jump. I don't know why. But it was fucking scary as hell.
Sometimes while I'm driving and another vehicle is coming towards me in the opposite lane I also get the sudden urge to swerve into it - exactly like the tower thing. I don't understand it... and no I'm not suicidal. I just have this fear that I will actually do something I think about.]]>So how'd it go?]]> The depths of space...
I also fear spiders, but that is fairly limited. I've channeled most of my fear into a raw hatred that ends with me over zealously attacking the things.
FUCK YEAH, SPIDERS! FUCK YEAH!]]> i lol'd]]>Being kidnapped and murdered within walking distance of my house.]]> oh please don't bait anon with that... you never know when diehard /b/tards will be looking that this thread...]]>>The fear of loosing self control, right as you as you are looking over a high platform. You could just get the thought of jumping off and end up actually doing it. >>508700 >The entire time I kept like daring myself to climb up onto the guardrail and jump. I don't know why. But it was fucking scary as hell.
This is the precise reason why The Enigma of Amigara Fault scared the shit out of me the first time I read it. I can just imagine the terror of not wanting to go into your hole, but being unable to resist it.]]> He died.]]>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2T5_0AGdFic]]>FUCK I hate that. I have a friend who does that to me, its not funny]]> True story btw.]]>augrhj oh god man thats gross. thanks for freaking me out :|]]>ianakselallen@yahoo.comHeights Spiders and Needles]]> Also I worry that Lovecraft wasn't really writing fiction.]]>I also get freaked at the idea of falling and smashing my mouth against the pavement or a kerb or something. I'm also apprehensive of looking into mirrors at night and the idea of Capgras Syndrome is pretty creepy.]]>Mage-kernYou have every reason to.]]>CENTIPEDES DID 9/11]]>Dammit /x/ I have to get on a plane tomorrow morning -.- I hate blank pages in the back of books]]>That's pretty fucking scary.
I'm afraid of my ghosts appearing on my monitor as I turn it on to ward away the darkness.]]>Mage-kern I'm afraid of botched anesthetics during an operation, so you'd be awake the whole time, and totally aware, but completely paralyzed.]]>>>508871]]> Also, whatever is under my bed that makes that stupid lip smacking noise from 1 to 4 in the morning.]]>I'm pretty freaked out by tornadoes too.
I think that it would be pretty cool to see one in daylight on some sort of tornado chasing tour...
But when I'm home alone at night (especially when I lived out in the country) and the warning sounds start coming over the TV and radio, or when I hear distant severe weather sirens, I always freak out a little. I'm getting cold chills just thinking about this.
I don't know what it is about that twisting black cloud. I was scared of the tornado in The Wizard of Oz as a child...I'm sure that my current phobia stems from watching Dorothy try to escape from that almost sentient thing in the distance. Anybody else feel this way?]]>What happened with the tape recorder?]]>Yeah, me too. I'm afraid of what's behind doors when I'm alone. I'm scared that I'll open a door one day to have it run into something. I shit myself nearly every day when I open my bathroom door and it runs into a towel on the floor and I think I've run into some terrible bloodthirsty rapistmonsterthing.]]>fuck dolls! my great grandmother used to have a shit ton in the bedroom i slept in when i was there. she had a female doll with red hair in pig tails and freckles and blue eyes and i swear to god the light would shine into the room at night and hit nothing but that FUCKING DOLL all fucking night long and it would stare at me.
fucking gives me the heebie jeebies just thinking of it.]]> These monsters give me chills.]]>more-cushin-for-de-pushin hmmm Mirrored self-misidentification is the delusional belief that one's reflection in a mirror is some other person (often believed to be someone who is following them around). Often people who suffer from this delusion are not delusional about anything else. It is considered to be a monothematic delusion and sometimes also labeled as a delusional misidentification syndrome. This disorder is often found within the context of dementia and can also be caused by the organic disfunction resulting from traumatic brain injury, stroke, or neurological illness.]]>No, I just think it'd be creepy to see my reflection move or grin when I'm not.]]>There was a short stroy by stephen king about a monkey that killed people when he clapped his cymbals. tldr;JANGJANGJANG YOU'RE DEAD.]]>Doppelgänger! that idea freaks the shit out of me. once when i was on acid i watched my reflection in the mirror walk away. what if there's a parallel universe in mirrors? righteous.]]>was directed at >>509140]]>My uncle collects clown memorabilia. I slept on his couch some long time ago, and woke up in the middle of the night. Let me tell you, I'd rather have woken up with a Grue, a BEK, Pyramid Head AND Chris Hansen staring at me rather than several dozen smiling clown dolls staring down at me from EVERY DAMN WALL.
And of course, if you weren't taking fucking pictures to document their locations, there's no way to know if one of them maybe... moved?]]>true. clowns are evil, i don't give a fuck. they scare me for no reason i can think of. dolls are horrible, but clown dolls are the worst!]]>Phil Ossiferz Stone!!LTdvXGU+wop >>509159 See pic.]]>Nice try. I'm not normally afraid of clowns. At 2 in the morning and 13 years old, sure.]]> There are more than a few times that I've walked past a mirror and thought "heh, that guy over there has a cool shirt"]]>>>or neurological illness
i wonder if this could possibly mean seizures too? i have them, they're unexplained, and mirrors don't freak me out as much as confuse me.]]>saladfingers?]]>The next night, I tuned to the same freq and it started up again, but this time was hit by a jammer that was FUCKING LOUD. Completely stomped all over the numbers woman and was just an annoying tone. My calculations had it in the way-illegal 2000+ MEGAWATTS. Whatever she was saying, uncle sam didnt want us to hear it.]]>hxxp://tinyurl.com/2mdfjx]]>http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Radio_Station_UVB-76
it's been transmitting non-stop since 1973.]]>holy shit thats creepy i get the same fucking thing aye omg lol]]> Same. One night, I was staying at a hotel with a mirrored wardrobe which was right next to my bed. I stared into the mirror for a while. My eyes went out of focus and I swear to god, my face morphed into a monster. My eyes went completely black, I had slits for a nose and a big mouth full of pointy teeth. I decided never to look into mirrors at night again.]]>holy shit, i just checked that out and it's freaky. does anyone know who works there or who did some of the voice messages?]]> http://youtube.com/watch?v=9JCbeP5Fjyw]]> Drops on amusement park rides(like Splash Mountain), especially if they're in the dark. I've been avoiding Pirates of the Carribean for years because of this. The thing is, I'm not really afraid of heights or falling, just drops.
My personal hell: a rollercoaster-type drop in total darkness that just keeps going down and down, and there's no way to stop it...
Cute pic to balance out all of the creepy on this thread.]]>asdadsasdasfuckdoor@hinge.comIt's not that I'm afraid of my own reflection. I'm afraid of seeing the reflection of something else.]]>At least a tripfag who's read his Dostoyevsky is better than a tripfag who hasn't.]]>when you hear tornado sirens, which is kind of similar i guess, in real life it's much more anticlimactic sorta like a car alarm in the distance.]]> A few nights ago, I woke up...But I wasn't really awake. I was conscious that I was laying on the couch, and I could hear The Daily Show in the background, but I couldn't move or open my eyes. I don't know why I was scared, I've never been that fucking terrified in my life. It felt like something was really close to me. I tried to scream, but I only exhaled through my nose. Then I concentrated on moving my foot, and eventually was able to move, and open my eyes.]]> Shit.>>509533here. I should've read before posting my night hag story.]]>SCP-013!!GTROp2Z31oCaerylOff the bat i don't write a good story. But about a year or two ago (i was still in highschool) for what seemed like more than one week, everynight, i had this recurring dream that i would awake in the middle of the night and have to take leak like 1:3 chance everynight amirite? So, i go to the bathroom take a piss washup and upon opening the door to return there's nothing. I'm standing in my bathroom looking into pitch black and was absolutely sure that there was just nothing beyond the threshold. I remained in my bathroom panicking until i wake up. A few days after the dream stops I woke up and had to take a piss, but right when i woke up it was different, i was fucking terrified for no reason, I just sat in bed glancing around the room for hours avoiding my door as I could see some light in the bathroom from my door. Not really scary, but it made me think.]]> HOLY FUCKING SHIT! Shadow people, scary shit man :|
for some reason i have a vivid memory of waking up in bed when i was little and seeing something shadowy walking.. or more like creeping.. along by the walls =/
I have no idea what it was, but I know I shat my pant and dived right back under those covers ASAP!
The more I visit /x/ now, I think it was a shadowperson...]]>I knew saving this story would come in handy
I am sitting on my computer at about 10:30. Its storming outside, but not a terrible storm, just the occasional thunder shock and even more rare lighting bolt with a very light rain. Almost all the lights in the apartment were off, and Im just talking to some friends over AIM. Then suddenly it became very very cold. As if the storm from outside was creeping to the door.I just figure there was a temperature drop because of the storm, so I toss on a sweatshirt. After about 30 minutes or so Im still freezing cold.
I start to get this feeling. Its a feeling we all have felt before. The feeling that someone is staring at you. The feeling that this someone is not very far away. The feeling that if you turn your head the slightest bit, you would see them.
I shrug this feeling off because I am an extremely paranoid person and I get this feeling all the time. I continue to converse with my friends, I even mentioned this sensation that I currently had, and my friends naturally laugh at me saying I need to stop being a baby. The sympathetic ones say it will go away eventually and not to worry. I waited awhile it did not go away. In fact it increased.
It felt like something was consuming the very Happiness within me. Like something was filling me with Dread. That chilling Terror we all felt as children when the lights were turned out. A true Fear of the Dark. But its not the dark we are afraid of....but of what lurks in the dark]]>I almost couldnt take it anymore. Here I am, almost a grown man, and Im jumping at shadows. Its ridiculous, but as ridiculous as it seems, I still have this little voice in the back of my head telling me that maybe I have a reason to be afraid. Maybe I should turn around and see if theres actually anything there.
Wait why would I turn around? I dont want to turn around. Whose thought was that? That certainly wasnt mine. But who elses could it be?
I reached my limit. If I stay in this chair another second Im going to go insane. I wonder if I can make it to my room before this thing gets me. It could be nothing, but I am not staying here to find out. Im a pretty fast runner, theres no way this thing can catch me. Lets do this. The chair clatters as it falls to the floor. I dont think I could move this fast again if I wanted to. After my first foot was through the gateway to my room, I was already in the process of slamming the door. I rush over and turn on every light, including the T.V. making sure theres no room for any shadows. I put my ear to do the door to see if I can hear it following me.
Nothing Complete Stillness The type of silence most people only experience once in a life time. I dont know why people would ever seek this type of quiet. I never want to hear silence again.]]> I slowly back away from the door. I have one thought going through my mind. What in the hell did I just see, and why did I ever look over my shoulder. I will never forget what I saw. It was a shadow, but it wasnt a shadow. It was free standing, as if it was a man. The surrounding night seemed to channel into this horrific being, making it seem blacker than the darkest pit in hell. It chilled me down to my very bones. Though something peculiarly odd stood out about this particular shadow being, it had a cane with a silver handle, and a top hat akin to something youd expect to see in a movie from the early 20th century. And the thing that was the scariest part about it: To this day I swear it was smiling, and not the smile you ever ever want to be on the receiving end of.
A smile that said Im evil. A smile that said I had fun tonight. A smile that said I enjoyed toying with you. A smile that said I really want to hurt you. A smile that said Ill see you again.
Props to that kid who posted this the other night]]> demonic influence. Whether you believe it or not...it's the reasons for thinking the most random terrible thoughts. When the demon whispers into your ear it speaks in the first person, and your subconscious hears it and thinks it's your own thoughts.]]>Frightened Individual!IAd1rUKHuQDemons scare the shit out of me, getting possessed =/= fun]]>The Watcher!qJglaZqtEM\o/ for the pentacles of mars!]]> Once when I was 9 I woke up and a demon spoke to me. Out of my will I started to write on the walls. My mother then entered my room and started to read it:
The statement below is true. The statement above is false.
Then she exploded.]]>4+18+37=59 OH SHI~]]>apparently losing teeth in dreams has something to do with lying too much.]]> No problem Emo kid!]]>The Watcher!qJglaZqtEMAs for what i'm afraid of.. Myself. Studying magick ((inb4 trollspam, get over it, I'm unscientific)) has gotten rid of my fear of dreams, demons, ghosts, and generally things that go "bump" in the night, by teaching me how to deal with them..
Myself however, there is no cure for, I mess up somewhere, make a mistake when doing a rite, and it's a deeep hole full of mindfuck waiting for me.]]>so let's say your doing a "rite" and all that magic stuff somehow doesn't like the way you dance or something, I fail to see why if magic is real then it no longer has a sense of humor. I say you fuck up a rite on purpose just to find out.
You never know otherwise.]]>The Watcher!qJglaZqtEMseen what happens to the people who do, and would rather not.
and I mean a chaos magick rite, the kind that irreversably fucks your psyche up.. not the 'oho i'm possesed bohoo" bullshit.
Chaos magick uses alot of autohypnosis and conditioning to change your base psyche.. botch that and bad shit happens.]]>OH HAI GUISE]]>Frightened Individual!IAd1rUKHuQwhat]]> Fuck you for scarring my childhood, Chucky.]]>wat]]>Mage-kern Oh my, is this post about magic? I think it is]]>me too....]]> ever heard of robert the doll? jesus fuck, probably the scariest mother fucker i've ever heard of.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KF7488WHcok
cameras and digital shit malfunctions when its near him and wont work until out of the building. someone was recording the shit in the musueam and when it got to his display, all sound died out.
tldr; robert the doll is a scary little shit]]>Mage-kern Oh no, a child's toy made of cloth and stuffing, what ever will we do!]]>Our first house was a triangle based aprox 250 square feet property with two floors, a creepy-as-hell basement, an attic (not creepy at all) and in between the ground floor and the first one was some kind of middle-fucking floor wich had it´s entrance filled of garlic and plaster owls creepy as fuck... there was a nasty smell, kinda like mud as I crawled up and when I made my way up there (it was one of those really old houses from the old times with really fucking unreachable ceilings) but guess what? the middle floor had a ceiling only about half a meter high and the only light source was a hole like 25 cm in diaeter (thank god I did this during the day). So, I got scared as shit and almost fell into the basement (wich I was half away when I entered that passage). Fear is your enemy /x/, is all I can say. From that day on I tend to supress fear in the moment it appears, and then I try to learn the lesson.]]>anal sex]]> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q49tvlNmDvw]]> i was bakcpacking through france in paris and was staying at my uncle's friend's apartment that he didn't use because he was living alone (divorced) but now moved in with his new wife and still couldn't find anyone to sell or rent the apartment to and since i was passing by i was allowed to use the place.]]> the first night was rather ok. the view from the window was just the street and lamps and cars and such. i was tired and after washing up went to bed. i heard a couple arguing but didn't think much of it and went to sleep.
pic unrelated]]>in the afternoon i went back to the room and while i was unpacking i got that thing where you see soemthing out of the corner of your eye and you could swear you saw soemthing but when u look theres nothing there. this happened another 2 to 3 times that evening.
when i went to bed, the couple arguing was there again. i didnt really feel like sleeping so i tried to stay up to listen to what they were saying. i also made an effort to distinguish if they were above or below me since sometimes its difficult to tell if the sound within a building is above or below u. after a bit of concentrating i realized that it was above me for sure.]]>then i decided to get up and listen to some music on my cd player.]]> True story]]> so i go back to the bed and try to sleep and think about it tomorrow. im laying there looking out the window and something rushes past the window outside. it wasnt super fast but it lasted maybe a half second to 1 second. it actually looked like an old painting and it didnt fall from above it went from left to right. at this point i get up and run to the window and see if theres anything there, but i see nothing.
that night i finally get to sleep.]]> so im back in the apartment on the bed writing a journal about the art galleries i visited that day and the argumenting couple comes on again and same as last time, whenever i focus it tunes out. so i said fuck it and just keep writing my journal. then out of the corner of my eye i see something black and blurred move again and i turn my head so fast my neck goes snap. i saw it somewhere around the desklamp but again nothing there. i finish up writing and turn on the tv to see if anything interesting is on.]]> ROBERT THE DOLL HAS KEPT ME UP MANY FUCKING NIGHTS]]> mirrors scare me. i could actually probably credit /x/ with that fear as i dont remember having it before this site. my bathroom door stays closed always. when i have to get up to pee i crack the door only enought to get my fingers in against the wall to flip on the lights..i never look into mirrors in the dark ever..there was this one time i decided to do it. i closed the door and turned out the lights and stood a foot from the mirror making the most horrific faces i could to scare the fear out of me..i got that feeling i was looking at someone else..like he was the one making the faces.]]>wowa fear of heights is only a fear of one's self.]]>Mage-kern lame]]>another fear is waking up one night or turning around to someone at my door staring in at me... no movement.. just staring. same thing through a mirror or window. just a motionless gaunt stare.]]>ooh look at this pic deep sea fears! the megalodon was the size of a 4 school buses right? or was it 5-6?
anyways the archelon in the lower right was as big as a bus]]>anon-E-mooseI worry that same thing]]>Frightened Individual!IAd1rUKHuQI actually believe Cthulhu exists I mean cmon...the Bloop]]>thuh bleeeewpuh]]>Another Zombie<--(B)Tried to find one for the mirror fear but this is the best I've got.]]>Nightmare Otaku!!GTROp2Z31oCCongratulations. Semi-freaked. Same tripfag, new name!]]>DatWanDoodRats Snakes Lizards Frogs Possums Dolls Closets Water/Drowning Heights/Falling Stuff that doesn't bleed when cut Stuff that comes back to life Dead stuff Dead stuff's eyes snapping open Losing my temper and killing someone Not being able to protect those that are important to me
I think that's all, next is two real life stories enjoy
First, when I was 8-9 I was sleeping in my living room on this old adjustable bed, with a box fan on to keep me cool, sleeping along when i feel something touch the left side of my chest, i wake up and look up i see an arm that trails up in to this dark tall shadowy figure, I'm scared shitless and I can feel it's fingers digging intro my chest as it makes these horrid raspy incoherent noises, I try to yell for help and can't, I try to move but the hand just digs in deeper, then the area between the thing and the box fan begins sparking with some weird blue electricity, and a calming voices speaks from the light in the same incoherent language, then the dark figure's body draws in towards it's hand and it enters my chest, the blue light fades and my box fan never worked again after that day, told my friends at school they started calling me the demon child, satanist etc yeah that was creepy as fuck]]>DatWanDood Also, fuck you guys who are afraid of space. The ocean I guess I can understand. Space is infinite though, who doesn't want to know what's out there...it could be totally amazing.]]>Nightmare Otaku!!GTROp2Z31oCListen to this man, for he is wise. The only bad thing about space is getting spaced. Most unmanly way to die ever. And it really does help if you have the knowledge that you can kill it, no matter how small the chance/possibility.]]>NarutardI wouldn't sleep tonight if I were you, otherwise me and my buddies will come and we'll do our special Naruto Rasengan Barrage on you!!!! its like my friends are my clones n we hit u wit teh rasen gan and knock you in two teh air n den i hit you in th ehead wit a biggar rasen gan!!!! and my bro sorta looks like kakashi and he's got a kenky genky and the sharengun!!!
So tell me... Where is Sasuke tebayo?!?!]]>Holy fuck, what awesome music for an advert.]]>I heard it represents insecurity]]>IT COULD ALSO BE FUCKING NECRONS]]> THAT'S MY ONLY FEAR.]]>FUUUUUUUUUUUK]]>
Also, rust and large, vicious dogs.
And loud, loud, loud, sudden noises. Ffffuck.]]> Goodbye.
Something tears through the neoprene. Red swirls join the last of the blue light. The edge of the cave... fire coral. It should hurt. It doesn't. I gasped for air involuntarily when I first felt the teeth in my leg. There was only water to breathe.
A few last seconds to watch the ribbons of my long hair in the deep cobalt around me. The faint glints of the mirror disappear as my head hits the lip of the cave.
Blackness.
Welcome home.]]> We don't understand a phenomenom = we are scared of it.
But I must admit, 4chan in general scares me, too =D shit that's right.. it contains both, A and B !]]>Is that from that one book? The one that takes place in Australia where at the very start of it that girl's brother gets eaten by a fish or something?
I read that when I was like eleven, I shat some bricks.]]>Mola Dying]]> Drowning Open water (i always feel like something huge is coming to the surface to snap at my legs) Space (although it would be cool to navigate, i'd be scared as fuck) and Spiders]]>I'd shit bri/x/ for the rest of my life if I encountered one of those little girls, who are wearing a dirty white gown, have long messy dark hair and white eyes... /shiver Thinking alone makes bri/x/ come out...]]>You step into your house, which seems unusually cold even for a night like this, and you walk over and turn the television on. Much to your annoyance, you find that theres nothing on but lousy talk shows and horrible music channels playing pop-rock and Britney Spears. You turn the television of. You go to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water, not wanting to risk even the tiniest of hangovers. You notice unintelligible chatter coming from the TV room, despite the fact that you could have sworn you just turned it off. You go to check on it and much to your surprise, its turned on and showing a talk show where a girl on it swears her house is haunted. Despite never having been much of a believer you take a certain interest in this. It may be the alcohol, but you find it believable. After 45 minutes of this you fall asleep on your couch, but soon wake up to the sound of creaking. With the talk show fresh in mind, you man up and go investigate. The sound seemed to come from your room, from the closet. You open your closet door, finding nothing. Relieved, you go back to the couch because your bed is still covered. However, just before exiting the room a shiver goes down your spine. You cant help but turn around, and having the light turned off you seem to notice something on your bed. Youre frozen in terror. The thing on your bed slowly rises.]]>Dull and drawn out]]>my fearsThere's a roller coaster ride in Six Flags Dallas, Texas that done completely in the dark. ;) Really, I've ridden it a couple of times before, it takes you down on drops, loops, etc. like a real roller coaster but inside a huge building shaped like a mountain.]]>Sell yourself.spiralstatic23@yahoo.comi have a full blown phobia of air raid sirens too, i actually go insane if i hear them. once i was on holiday in paris when i was about 8 years old with my parents and for no reason an air raid siren just started going off. thats not why im scared of them and i wasnt scared of them back then but it might be linked. i also have a fear of radiation suits, not so much gas masks even though they are scary, but radiation suits like the one on the left in the picture really fuck me up. once again i dont know why. and also when i go to the bathroom at night time i have to sit down and leave the door open, because im scared if i stand up when i turn around something will be there staring at me, i also have a fear of open spaces and i like having my back up against a wall. theres a window at the bottom of my stairs and whenever i walk up my stairs i get that weird feeling at the back of my neck as though somethings watching me. sorry to ramble lol]]> tl;dr, Want to be insane; afraid of being insane. I make no sense.]]>Light comes on, doll stares into your soul. Light goes off, that doll's sneaking up behind you for all you know. Light comes on, your soul goes cold again.
The creeps........]]>Runaway Mountain?]]>Ditto, I'm not afraid of any of my fears so long as I'm not by myself.
I'm not afraid of the dark but when I walk around my home at night I'm scared by the thought of entering a room and seeing a person standing in it. Not moving, just standing still.
I'm also afraid of looking out windows when it's dark outside and the lights are on inside. When I turn off the light in a room I always make sure not to look at the window.
I'm worried over being watched without my noticing. I'm scared of noticing I'm being watched.
I can't stand looking trough keyholes (in b4 red eye pasta) or peepholes or any small dark openings.]]>Maybe, I forgot what its called.]]>Nope. Made it up. Been wanting to give it a try. I surfed for many years. I don't know of anyone who loves the ocean who hasn't imagined their last moments alive being something like that.]]>anonymousthe basking shark scares me too haha, so a 2 in 1 pic lol]]> I'm also afraid of disembodied voices or noises because of the house I live in. I always feel that when I'm on the second floor of my house, no matter what time of day, there is this girl watching me. I've heard the floor creak and steps move around the hallway and felt a hand on my back once when I was coming down the stairs and none of the feelings I get when I'm up there a comforting. Like whoever that girl is, she just hates me and is waiting for me to slip up somehow. She'll wait outside my bedroom door sometimes and then follow me but never into anyone's bedroom or down to the first floor, just the hallway and bathroom.
Of course no one else in my house has a problem or eerie feeling. I just try to make sure I'm not alone upstairs cause I don't feel like she's following me as much, even when its just my cats up there.]]>Nightmare Otaku!!GTROp2Z31oChttp://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Botfly
'Nuff said.]]> These are more like characteristics, but extremely long, elongated body parts, except for the neck, the ability to balance with said elongated limbs, but not be able to hold the weight of them, and super-fast speed. Not like deep lunging strides, but small, quickly made steps. If I ever saw anything like this, I swear to GOD I would fucking shoot myself.
The second is your entire body in paralysis, and having normal surgeries being performed on you (not torture, but actual medical procedures).
I also have the fear of my own alarm sound (Alert, you can find it on any Motorola phone, but the KRZR version is worst) and a female answering machine-type voice counting backwards from 10.]]>The other thing is the really weird one... I'm Terrified of my own voice... But not the sound of my voice... the feeling that it isn't me that's talking...]]>AAAGGHHH *twitches* *shudders*]]> I had a dream once where I looked down at my forearm, and it was a colony of some sort of bug; there were hundreds of little burrow entrances and every so often one of the little bugs would scurry from one hole to another.
Still gives me the heebies.]]>arokha1014@yahoo.com Pic loosely related, it's gotta creep out someone.]]>Fucking Borrowers...]]> I don't know why, but that picture always makes me think of the Rocky Horror Picture Show.]]>You a teacher by any chance?]]>same, requesting moar]]>What's this from? I see it posted here all the time.]]>I am in fact requesting that they be labeled by some term so they can be googled moar easily. But who am I to complain if someone does the work for me?]]> The movie Dead Birds. Mediocre as movies go, but the brief moments where you see those images are pure bri/x/.]]> However, I've got a dreadful fear of things that are... unnatural. I'm not sure how to explain it, but like, things that are just... not right. For example, there's a pic I've seen on here and on /b/ a few times of like... this humanoid-ish thing with an abnormally large head that's all wrapped up in bandages in an empty white room (I think there might be an old hospital bed in it, not sure) Seriously though, just typing about it gives me chills. Also like Abandoned Clown Train, that sort of shit.
It's happened to me a few times that I see like this when I wake up in the middle of the night (Like, I open my eyes, but the section of my brain that recognizes objects isn't booted up yet).
Not really related to a fear, but I also have a bit of a fascination with unmapped things, like the Paris Catacombs. Stuff that people have built over hundreds of years and have since forgotten or neglected. I like to think that if I lived in a city that had such things, I'd be man enough to explore them, but I live in suburban phoenix, so yeah... I'm SOL in that aspect, but any creepypasta related to such things would be awesome.]]>I saw that movie. It was pretty boring. I actually swallowed brix.]]> Fucking mummies, man. There's just no reason for them to freak me out, but god, the last time I was near one I couldn't get within about ten feet of the thing, even with it under glass and neatly labeled in a well-lit room with people milling about. Something about a dead thing with a hidden face.]]>