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Post by regiskobalos on May 7, 2017 15:16:51 GMT
My biggest fear is one that you went over with the priest: realizing that your reality is not the world's reality.
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aslee
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Post by aslee on Jun 1, 2017 7:17:10 GMT
Today a blackbird dropped dead at my feet and I've been afraid of literally everything since.
Just thought I'd drop this here because <i>what the heck, guys.</i>
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Post by Dullahan on Jul 16, 2017 16:45:33 GMT
As far as things I'm afraid of, I've always harbored a terrible fear of closets. They're dark, they're shadowy and when you're trying to sleep at night they attract the eye. When the door's open, it's a liquid mass of darkness in which I'm always sure I can see squirming things. But when the door's closed, I'm always waiting for the moment when it starts to slide open and one of those wriggling shapes begins to emerge from the darkness. I've never really thought about what it is that comes out of the closet, but I know that it wants to drag me into that darkness and shut the door. And I know that when someone comes looking for me and they open that door, I'll be nowhere to be seen.
I also had a relatively spooky experience on the rooftop of a building one night. I went to college in Boston and my friends and I considered ourselves something of urban explorers. The three of us used to go out into the older, poorer parts of the city late at night and crawl through alleyways, looking for whatever we could find. We preferred the seedier parts of the city because those areas had older buildings, which tended to have unsecured or even ground-level fire escapes. Our favorite thing to do was to scale these fire escapes and clamber onto any roofs we could reach. Once, we climbed to the top of this ancient, brick office building and found ourselves facing a number of skylights, looking into darkened rooms. Except the room under one of those skylights wasn't dark. It was lit by a deep, blood red light as if an EXIT sign was lighting the room, but no such sign was visible. There was enough light the room's contents, although the color of the light made them look strange and rather distended. They were mannequins, dozens of mannequins. Some were store models, with heads and hands and legs and others were just torsos, of the kind one might mend or hem garments on. A few of the mannequins wore clothes, but most of them were just bare, standing or leaning in this red-lit room.
We climbed down quickly and never went back up that building. Other than the room and its contents, we didn't see anything weird. None of the mannequins moved or anything like that. There was just something deeply unsettling about their presence, and about that light.
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savage
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Post by savage on Sept 21, 2017 2:44:18 GMT
I don't have any particularly spooky stories, but I do have an anxiety disorder and a ton of nightmares, so I've got fears up to my eyeballs. Buckle in! (BODY HORROR AHEAD)1.) One of the first dreams I remember having, and definitely the first recurring one, was about a kind of humanoid monster that could steal the faces of loved ones. I don't mean that it could imitate them, I mean that it would steal them. The monsters would murder my family, and roll off my parents' and sister's faces like rubber masks, which they would smooth down over their own blank mannequin heads. The bodies they left behind were unbloodied, but completely featureless, and strangely waxy. I would catch this happening from a hiding spot, and the monsters would call for me to come out, in my parents' voices. Eventually they would find me, a group of them pinning me to the floor and looming over me. Some of them had my family's faces, and others had no faces at all; earless, noseless, mouthless, and eyeless. I would stare up at them in horror, unable to move, knowing that they would peel my face off next. One time I experienced this as a lucid dream, but I regularly suffer from sleep paralysis, so as I was dreaming of being unable to move, I was also struggling to move my waking body. I must have been crying in my sleep, because my eyelids were crusted shut with salt gunk, and even once I was able to move my arms and fall gracelessly out of bed, the dream images continued to play out behind my eyelids until I was finally able to pry them forcibly open with my fingers. 2.) I'm not afraid of spiders. I'm with Martin in that I actually quite like them, and have even gone so far as to own pet tarantulas. There is, however, an anxiety about arthropods in their soft, unfinished stages. In spiders, these first instar hatchlings are casually referred to as "eggs with legs". You can search google or youtube for "spider eggs with legs" if you want to see some examples. I think it's a combination of the movement and the soft, fluid-filled texture. I'm pretty uncomfortable with maggots, too, for the same reason (plus the accompanying smell of rotten meat). I actually once had a dream in which I was weeping strangely opaque tears in front of my bathroom mirror, each tear a soft, round pearl of something that rolled down my cheeks... until one stopped. It was then that I spotted the translucent legs uncurling from its pale body. Each tear was a baby arachnid, and soon a flood of them were emerging from behind my eyes. It didn't hurt, and I wasn't even especially scared, but there was a deeply unsettling pressure and tickle behind my eyes, accompanied by an overwhelming melancholy. 3.) Content Warning: Miscarriage This is a grim, real-life fear involving my actual experience having had a miscarriage in which my body didn't seem to get the memo that it needed to expel the dead fetal tissue. I'm putting it behind spoiler tags, because I find this sort of content triggering, and there's a high chance that other readers may as well.
I went in for a normal OB exam, only to find out that there was no heartbeat, and that the fetus had likely died 2 weeks prior, early in the 2nd trimester. I'd had no symptoms to indicate this, and aside from grief I was overcome by this absolute horror that there was a dead thing inside of me. The earliest surgery that could be scheduled wasn't until a few days later, so I had to go on carrying around a corpse in my body. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I kept remembering grotesque stories about old women who complained of pelvic pain the source of which was discovered to be the skeleton of a long-stillborn fetus (google Lithopedion). To be honest, the idea of pregnancy in the first place had been high-octane nightmare fuel to me, being vehicle and food supply to a creature that would someday grow into a person, but this added a new and worse dimension. It honest to god made me shake to think about it for too long. I wanted to tear open my own body to expel that grim passenger, and surgery couldn't come soon enough. Even now, ten years later, there is nothing as gut-turningly horrifying to me as that feeling of carrying death inside me. 4.) Surveillance is intensely scary, the feeling of being watched, the paranoia that comes with it. I have experienced being stalked by an older family member, so I am intimately familiar with how even the most innocuous bits of personal information rise to nearly priceless value. Every piece of information stolen from you makes you want to hold tighter to the rest, curling around them protectively. You want to be blank, invisible. You want to move to someplace far away from where you are, where no one knows you, and no one cares to. I think there's a lot of untapped potential for surveillance horror in TMA, and will be interested to see if that becomes a bigger part in the upcoming season. 5.) Being unable to speak. I open my mouth, but something other than words and breath come tumbling out. Chalk this one up to reading fairy tales at an impressionable age. 6.) Content Warning: Animal Processing The meat-based episodes of TMA always hit me hard, but recently I have started making my own cat food, which involves dismantling roasting chickens and whole carcass rabbits, and sending them through a meat grinder. Now, I'm not a vegetarian, but I have always hated handling raw meat, and it becomes a new sort of hell when some of the meat has heads and lidless eyes that stare at you cloudily while you work. I found a rabbit eye stuck in the auger of my meat grinder this week while I was cleaning up, and I kind of felt like fainting. The machine itself is pretty quiet, but the crunch and snap of bone as it goes through is viscerally unnerving. The powerful scent of blood is nauseating, and makes my heart race unpleasantly, but on the bright side my cats are very happy. I could go on, but for now I'll leave it at that.
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Post by quinzelade on Sept 21, 2017 23:30:16 GMT
Nothing spectacular, but definitely weird. My housemate came into my room and woke me up, and as I woke up, I noticed writing on the ceiling. Instead of listening to what she was saying to me, I continued to stare up at the writing (which, true to dream form, wasn't in anything I can remember being legible), and slowly it faded away. At this point, my housemate noticed I was staring at the ceiling, looked (obviously, nothing there), and then asked what I was looking at. I told her, and we both got a bit freaked out by it. I've had a few strange 'dream moments' that have occurred while I'm definitely awake, but just as I wake up. They usually involve me having conversations with people that aren't there, apologising for not being dressed properly, and trying to get dressed with the duvet over my head until I come to my senses and wonder what on earth I'm doing. Another odd one was recently, where I dreamed someone was in my hotel room in Germany, trying to kidnap me. I argued that they couldn't kidnap me, because I had my phone, and I could check on google maps where I was and then ring the police to stop myself being kidnapped (dream logic dictated the kidnapper would courteously sit around while this happened). I even took a screen shot to prove to the kidnapper I wouldn't forget where I was. Next morning, I'd forgotten all about it. Until I checked my photos for snaps of the holiday, and found a screenshot of googlemaps in my phone of the hotel I was staying at! As for fears...being buried alive inside a coffin. Intensely claustrophobic, no way out, no light, dwindling air, no one to help you, and very likely no one to find you... That, and falling from a great height you know you can't survive. Again, you know the end is coming, but you can't do anything about it. So perhaps I'm more afraid of helplessness in the face of death than anything else. Although the vast emptiness of the ocean also scares me. You don't know what's lurking down there, and you don't know how deep it is. Even in videogames I can't abide pools of water where you can't see the bottom. Utterly horrible...
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Post by quinzelade on Sept 21, 2017 23:37:26 GMT
Having read some of the others, one more to add. Trigger warning for suicide.
I'm very sorry, but I don't know how to do the spoiler hide thing, so can someone else fix this for me, thanks? Due to my own personal troubles with mental health in earlier life, I have a great fear of hangings. I used to think about it a lot when I was deep in depression, and now, even though I'm "recovered" I still get very tense at the mere thought of it. My throat feels tight, and I feel on edge. Like...an echo of what "could have been" had I not been lucky enough to get better. I really dread finding someone in that position, and I feel awfully sorry for the person on this thread that did.
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Post by cannonlongshot on Sept 22, 2017 7:47:02 GMT
[spoiler]This is a spoiler.[/spoiler] This is a spoiler.
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Post by quinzelade on Sept 25, 2017 20:43:36 GMT
Thank you
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nicole
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Post by nicole on Oct 9, 2017 20:08:41 GMT
One day we were digging in the garden, and we started finding cobblestones. They weren't far down, there was just a couple of inches of soil covering them. We kept clearing the soil. Then we found a hole. It was two feet across, maybe, with a ring of bricks around the edge. Inside it was just... dark.
Our house is big and old, and the hole is right between the main house and the old coach-house at the back. Realistically it's probably an old well, or some kind of storage. Still creepy, though.
That's the thing about big old houses, they creak and there are shadowy corners all over the place, even in the middle of the day. I remember when I was a little kid, I was standing on the stairs looking towards the front door, and I was sure there was something on the other side of the door. I think it was the way the light came through the gaps around the letterbox...
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Post by cannonlongshot on Nov 20, 2017 10:37:17 GMT
A man is fleeing a creature through an archive somewhere dark and labyrinthine, I blame the podcast for making me think of the word "Archive"). The creature is man-shaped, but desiccated. Emaciated. After running and being trapped in the corner, the man turns upon the creature and pushes it backwards. The creature stumbles, and falls back upon a hook. The creature looks up, and its face breaks into a rictus grin. The man looks down, and sees the hook protruding from his own desiccated chest. The man leaves the archive, a rictus grin upon his face, and tombstone teeth on full display.
This came to me in a dream last night. I rarely remember my dreams, so I imagine that's why it stuck with me.
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Post by Mister Donkey on Jan 17, 2018 10:19:10 GMT
When I was a kid I discovered that if you turned a radio to AM and held a TV-remote control up to it and clicked on the remote, the radio would make beeps.
One time I had the radio turned to a man talking in English (I live in Norway), and I did the remote thing. The radio beeped. The man said "We seem to be picking up a signal."
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Post by hyoscyamus on Jan 18, 2018 2:14:26 GMT
I'm not afraid of spiders. I'm with Martin in that I actually quite like them, and have even gone so far as to own pet tarantulas. There is, however, an anxiety about arthropods in their soft, unfinished stages. In spiders, these first instar hatchlings are casually referred to as "eggs with legs". Thank you for this info! I love spiders, but didn't know this. Googled and promptly ended up watching videos of little leg-eggs and molting. No regrets! My Achilles-heel are worms and maggots. Can't even look at them without being disgusted for hours. (The episodes with Prentiss were awesome to listen to, though. Hearing about them is alright for me.) I would've liked to become a pathologist, but that wasn't possible due to this. Same for most garden work. -___- Getting Guinea Worms would be the worst nightmare come true! A second good reason for me to like spiders - they eat flies. I'm rather bad at house cleaning, but I really should clean out the cobwebs more often... I have six big spiders in my bathroom at the moment and 2 in my bedroom (that I know of). But every spider is welcome in my home to eat every fly that could theoretically lay nasty surprises! Also jumping spiders are cute! If you have no Arachnophobia of course. Awww behind the cut :
Most of my dreams are either almost movie-like weirdness or semi-nightmares that revolve around not being able to get away or move normally. As in one leg not able to move as fast as the other or trying to run and both legs being heavy like lead. In one weird dream, which was actually just weird instead of nightmarish, I wasn't able to move my limbs and could only wriggle around like a confused larvae with a lot of ant-like shapes crawling around and over me.
Not being able to move one's body or not being able to make oneself understood is a more real fear for me. Cut for mention of illness and death.
My mother died a few years ago and the last three days were really horrifying. Her voice was going away more and more and due to the chemotherapy she got her hands were so swollen that she couldn't write anything down. And a relative of my grandma's second husband died a few weeks ago, after 12 years of not recognizing anyone, being able to talk or use her hands.
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Post by danae149 on Jan 28, 2018 18:02:24 GMT
Not really a weird happening, but when I was a kid, I was terrified of our basement. It was unfinished and the stairs going down were wooden and open, so if anyone was under the stairs they would have been able to reach through and grab your ankles as you were coming down. I was always terrified this was going to happen or that some sort of monster or axe murderer was going to be hiding down there behind a stack of boxes, waiting for me. We mostly just used it for storage, but our washing and dryer down there, so I went down there sometimes for those, and sometimes my sister or friends would talk me into going down there to play. I was actually okay being down there if someone else was with me, but if I had to go down for anything by myself I'd run down and back up the stairs as fast as I could (which resulted in falling and bruising my shins quite a few times--I'm kind of surprised I never hurt myself worse than that). One time, I went down there and our neighbor's dog had managed to get in there (the way the house was built, 3 sides of the basement were underground and the fourth had a door that lead directly outside--I guess the dog had gotten in there when someone left the door open earlier in the day) and I wouldn't even go near the door going down there for about a month after that, even after my dad told me it was just a dog. Luckily, my dad refinished it when I was in high school, and finished basements don't bother me, so it was much less anxiety-inducing to grab things from the dryer after that. I still hate unfinished basements and cellars, though.
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Post by EyesOfATragedy on Feb 27, 2018 20:55:59 GMT
I have a couple of normal fears, and a few of odd ones. Since most normal fears are shared with a larger group, I'll focus on the someone unusual ones: - Fish hooks/fishing poles: Can't even be near one without feeling high anxiety. Which sucks, because I used to enjoy fishing as a kid. I have this fear that the line will snap, and I will get caught up in the hook. I have nightmares about it. I suspect this fear comes from being a little kid and seeing my dad's palm completely impaled by a fishhook. I still remember seeing the way it sunk into the flesh and curled back out again, the little barb on the end shiny-red with blood. Ugh...cold chill just thinking about it
- Unstable roads with water underneath: I have a recurring nightmare where I'm driving down the road, and as I turn a corner, I suddenly realize that the road has broken apart. Pieces of asphalt are floating on the surface of deep, dark water. I can't stop fast enough, and me and my car go plunging into the water. I try to escape, but I never finish out the dream. It always stops before the ending is decided. I find that, in real life, I feel a little spooked when I'm driving over ridges or near areas that are prone to flooding. Considering that the state I live in has tons of man-made lakes, this can be disturbing.
- Large refinery/industrial complexes: This one is odd, because we have a ton of these types of structures near my town; however, something about them are both extremely creepy and extremely beautiful to me. The way the pipes crawl in and out of the structure. No idea where they are going or what they are carrying. It could be water, it could be acid, it could be toxic hydrogen sulfide gas. You wouldn't really know unless you worked there or were on the receiving end of a pipe leak. And even then, it might be too late. The escaping steam. The metal, which looks even colder and unfeeling in the winter. But at night, when all the floodlights are bright on the smoke stacks and catwalks, it almost looks like a little city unto itself. And that part is beautiful to me. Still effing scary, but beautiful.
So there ya go!
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roslyn
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Post by roslyn on Aug 1, 2018 11:21:45 GMT
Reading about how people find playgrounds creepy, I have to share a story from a tour we did at an old Asylum for the criminally insane.
My grandma and I were following the tour guide, catching up on local history, listening to him tell horror story after horror story, until he was telling one particularly gruesome tale and my grandma looked out the barred window and pointed to a tree.
“My swing used to hang from that tree.” The farm they used to run was on the property and fed the prisoners.
Talk about a weird place to play!
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