Irrational Childhood Fears

Fucking clown dolls, fuck poltergeist... And goddamn stage type dummies, even more creepy sometimes.

I might get made fun of for this but one of the things I use to be afraid of was these kinds of things at the beginning of movies or in theaters like this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5rdWpgZDImo For some reason it still makes me feel a little weird which is just...weird -3- I also didn't like lizards back then, but I'm not afraid of them anymore.

http://38.media.tumblr.com/7a208077d64e3dfc7799006dfcaa925e/tumblr_mkgd1t5GCG1r2aydbo1_500.gif I WAS AFRAID OF DOLLS LIKE YOU WOULDN'T BELIEVE. AND I STILL AM. I'm also terrified of Spiders, and the dark. Both of which I'm still terrified of. As for silly? There was this one specific Elf doll my grandma had out for decoration every Christmas. It scared me so much, because it was about my height, and looked life-like. They gave the doll a name and everything. I hated how they treated it like it was human. They would tease me, and put it under my covers before I went to bed. ( T A T ) We still have the stupid elf doll today. And my grandma still tortures me with it. FISHFNIDSKJFMOIDSKJNFUIDJKSNFDUISJKFNMSAVEME!

I was afraid of a lot of sudden movements and loud noises as a kid. I would cry every fourth of July because of my asshole fucking neighbors lighting up the street with their illegal pot-and-pan "bombs". I watched too much America's Most Wanted as a kid and was afraid of old men for a long time, including my piano teacher when I had one. That fear culminated in my wondrous short term memory retention when it comes to picking new songs up by ear. I was so afraid that he would molest me or kill me while we were in that room together, that I committed every sound he played to memory in an attempt to keep him from growing angry with me like I was used to adults doing in my young life. I also had the misfortune of living through too many roach-filled summers in LA. Fuck roaches, all of them. They still make me scream and climb anyone else's frame like Scooby Doo does Shaggy when there's one existing near me. Roaches, crickets, and junebugs man... I have read a lot about their biology and whatever out of hate, and I can't just calm down around them. I doubt this phobia will ever leave me. They touched my steamed broccoli and I fucking hate them with a passion ever since. Oh man, and then, you guys still remember when Blockbuster was around? CIrca 2003-2004, they had these imported J-horror films that my parents brought home around that year. I vivldly remember sitting through one with a terrific ear infection (it felt like my Eustachian tubes had kidney stones). I was a stupid kid, but I quickly figured out that this immense, breath-catching pain was only triggered by swallowing. So what would any kid do when nobody was taking them to a doctor? That's right. Spit out all the saliva you've been holding in your mouth every few minutes so that agonizing lava feeling in your ear is avoided. I got engrossed in the film Marebito, which had these ugly fucking slimy dinosaur people things coming out of a pocket hell or something to look for a misplaced naked vampire chick who got picked up by some guy who recorded girls killing themselves near a subway blah blah blah Japaneses be cray. They were referred to as Deros and didn't appear for more than a few seconds in the film, if I recall correctly. And somehow the timing worked out just in time for me to not spit or swallow in twenty whole minutes... until one of those fuckers showed up and looked in the camera straight in the face. It was so scary, my mind has all the details vivid up to their face. I can't remember their faces because they were so disturbing. But I do recall that moment of panic and regret that was quickly overtaken by the worst sensation of molten lava puncturing my eardrums from swallowing all that stored up saliva. That experience fucking wrecked me. I've never been able to handle scary movies after all the shit my parents would just sit down and watch and call me a baby for hiding. I was way too young, definitely not mentally ready. The worst intermingling of soft-tissue inflammation-induced pain and heart-stopping horror. It could have killed me. I just can't let myself feel vulnerable now, and my church experiences as well as creepy shadow shit I've seen fucking around in my house have taken their toll on my psyche. I feel bodily insecure if I am alone when I don't have to be, like if I have to sleep in my own bed. I was able to drop the feeling around bedtime when I started college, thanks to my roommate and eventually off-campus housing. But for most of my life I have even had to share beds and bathrooms, and it felt right to me somehow. I reasoned that I need someone with me often just to be able to wake them up in case I hear footsteps and we're actually being broken into, or if it's Pancho Villa's ghost or some shit and I can't be the only one awake to witness it. But it's also so that in case shit happens and I wake up my parents, they won't dismiss me as being crazy, because my siblings would have seen it too. It's also given me a lot of sleep problems, in case you all haven't noticed. I'm more active at night because I'm mostly too scared to sleep at a normal time in case I'll have some banshee bitch mouthbreathing on me at 3am. I'm terribly afraid of the dark if I haven't prepared for it beforehand. Alright, therapy half-hour is over! Captcha: BEEEF

when i was young was: the dark spiders heights the person below me ._.

white mice odd since now I like white mice and wild mice freak me out due to I have no idea what could be on them. But for the most part my fears stayed the same rational or not

As a child had a fear of of heights impalement centipedes the dark when I eve er I seen the underneath of someoned eye lid I only have two of those fears now centipedes and the eye lid

The dark doesn't scare me, it's what could be in the dark that scares me. BUt then again I have had people really attack me while I was sleeping in the dark on my bed. I won each time, but it still leaves you unsettled

Swimming alone, especially at dark. My fear wasn't/isn't of the water itself but an unseeable force pulling me down. That's about as irrational as my fears go.