EDIT: Fuck me. I shouldn't post at 3 in the morning.

I watched The Ring 1 and 2 with my girlfriend a while back and it has this really creepy sound in the background everytime something happens with the TV or the well or anything (It's the whisteling noise in the back of the music, you'll know it when you hear it). Anyway after we watched my gf was already terrified of the movie and anything related to it, mirrors, tv's, darkness, ect. But to make matters worse I kept whistling that creepy tune and it completely freaked her out XD.

The Ring and movies like that are quite mentally breaking though, they keep you in suspense for hours, sometimes even days after you watched them.

When I was playing F.E.A.R with a friend we were playing in turns, having to switch each time we reached a checkpoint. And at some point we were actually fighting over who had to play because we just knew that the upcoming bit was going to be a scare level and neither of us wanted to be behind the screen when it happened.
But all fine and dandy we get through the game a bit more, it's gets lateish, 2 at night lateish and we have the cool idea to turn of the lights while playing. That lasted for about two minutes and we turned them back on.
Best part was when my friend was playing and walking down this corridor, this really long corridor with windows on either side which you couldn't see through. Walking, walking, walking and then about half way a corpse comes flying through one of the windows and my friend just had a near heartattack and bounced all the way to the other side of the room. I've never laughed so hard in my life.

Funny thing is, when he decided to go home that evening at around 3AM, the streetlights weren't working.

cemetries , heights (which i am beginning to control) , Dogs ( even the baby dogs that can't even bark) , roaches.

Off the top of my head, what comes to mind is:

other people's saliva, touching me in a fashion that is not tongue to tongue with a girl. And pretty much just the sight of other people spitting somewhere that isn't grass.

What pisses me off most is my friend who feels compelled to spit after each drag of a cigarette, so long as we're on concrete. Parking lot, garage or cramped balcony, he spits constantly. It's like a landmine I have to avoid. I think this all stems from an event about 4 years ago, where I put the shit from my pockets at the sideline while playing dodgeball with a bunch of friends. I went to go pick up my shit, and someone had spit without looking and hit my tin of mints. It way grossed me out.

Whats with smoking and spitting anyway? I don't smoke so I dunno. Someone explain because I'm also always dancing around the spit when I walk from my school entrance to the gas station to get some food. It's disgusting to see all that stuff on the ground :S.

I question that too. I smoke, but I only ever really spit while smoking if it's to get a bunch of phlegm out of my throat. From what I can tell, some people just don't want to swallow with the taste of cigarettes in their mouth. Bunch of pussies, I say.

Wannabe smokers, I say. Hate people like that.

One of my everyday phobias is about wasps, bees and other insects which are partly yellow and can fly. I guess this one goes back to the time when I stepped on a wasp with bare foot. Neither of us enjoyed the experience.
I used to be afraid of spiders, but I'm OK with them now. I don't know why, I guess it just wore away.

Heights. I get that weird feeling when I look down from a certain height. You want to back up from the railing, to look away, yet for some reason, you can't do it so easily.

Parasites. Fictional or otherwise (probably reason for not seeing the Alien movies, though I'm starting to reconsider). Being used by a lifeform and then devoured from inside/getting torn up is not my idea of fun.

And those gaming moments when my predictions are true ("...someone 'round the corner, maybe?", "BOOM, here I am!", falling off from chair, etc.).

You nailed it. Cigarette taste is fucking putrid.

Spiders get an unfair rap. Them thangs are lovely; they kill other bugs that are actually annoying. My personal exception to this is the brown recluse. Damn things are all around my part of Texas, and like to go into homes. And they have some pretty nasty bites. Something about skin lesions and grotesque infections turn me off.

Powdery stuff. I can't walk on dry sand with bare feet without felling uncomfortable and I can't walk on that powdery type of cement without shoes.

I love the taste of cigarettes, and I've never come across someone who constantly spits while smoking.

Anyhoo, I have an irrational fear of needles.

Alcar...

I find all these organism phobias to be utterly alien to me.

I wouldn't strictly call this a phobia, but if it's late when I get home, after I take a shower or stay up late reading a book, I become convinced someone has broken in upstairs and killed everyone, and is coming down to check for other people. Which means I am usually too afraid to open the door to hall, where he'd see me, attack, and beat me to death with his baseball bat.

I need to man up.

Here, here!

Suck it up.

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A penis?

It's called homophobia.

Needles for me too, only I don't so much fear them as cannot stand them. Same with things in my eyes. couldn't wear contact lenses whatever people say about them being easy to use.

I used to be afraid of rabbits when one bit me while I was stroking it, despite being told it wouldn't bite. I was 4, was scared of rabbtis till I was 6 or 7.

I get paranoid about people being in the house or whatever at times, but I think thats not so much a phobia as general paranoia.


So, discounting paranoia and things I really really just don't like, my only real fear is rabid dogs. No idea why. But I'd rather take on a guy with a knife than a rabid dog. I think its the knowledge that a rabid dog will just not stop, ever, until you or it is dead. Yet I'm not afraid of the idea of real zombies, or of serial killers (for instance the Leatherface/Jason/Michael Myers type) either.



EDIT: Oh, another not-fear but hatehatehate, the sound or feel of scratching on surfaces like marble, concrete, blackboard etc.

I abhor needles. I can not and will not abide them.

All needles, or just immaculately tuned modern medical apparatus?

Just immaculately tuned modern medical apparatus. Sewing needles are fine. Unless they are intended for sewing my skin. This is not okay.

I used to be the same when I was about ten to fourteen. I always made sure I had my baseball bat next to me, and I insisted to sleep in the room that had a chainsaw hidden in the airing cupboard just above where my head was.

That's information that I've never revealed to Emily, you priveliged, priveliged people.

That reminds me of when I used to sleep with a pocket knife under my pillow just in case of serial killers.

I used to be very much like that. You can get used to anything if you try hard enough. I had some help from an eye injury that needed repeated applications of ointment that forced me to get in touch with my eyeballs.

It's less a fear and more a stomach-churning disgust but I loathe mould. Just the thought of it makes me want to hurl. If there's ever any mouldy food in the fridge, it will just stay there until my mum finds out and throws it out for me.

i have an irational fear of drowning, and i am clostrophobic.
i think the two go together; like when im in a close space i always imagine it filling with water... weird

shaman

I don't know why, but what really scares me are the parts in movies where the characters turn into other ... well, stuff. I think it stems from watching Pinocchio: the bit where they turned into donkeys scared the crap out of me.

It's even scarier when they don't remember being human, like the pigs in Spirited Away. I know that's not really supposed to be scary, but to me it is. Kids movies are just as bad; even ones like Willow.

And don't even get me started on The Fly. I watched about two minutes after the transformation and then I hid under my duvet and felt compelled to change the channel.

Which version? I took all movie for him to finally shed his human skin in the remake.

It was the remake. I haven't been fortunate (or, in my case, unfortunate) enough to see the original. Was it good? I can't really tell whether the movie was crap or not because I only managed to see the half-hour setup before I finally sought refuge in the comfort of my duvet.

I found it difficult to watch because there happened to be a party going on in the room. But it's my bloody apartment too!

Anyway for a while it seemed like his own skin was taking on the properties of that of a fly's, as is seemed to be separating into discrete sections destined to become the exoskeleton (also the sticky pads for wall and ceiled crawling). But then it seemed to be more along the lines of his human endoskeleton becoming the fly's exoskeleton, and much of the outer flesh dropped off as his limbs began flexing and unfolding in new ways, immediately after his jaw was pushed off. Shedding the face was probably the most gruesome part.

Fortunately it didn't try to appropriate all homologous features the way they are in a fly. Its a matter of embryology, but we might have see him turn inside-out and upside-down.

I like transformations and stuff, it's an interesting subject, but I hate the ones where they don't realize it. The whole concept of losing yourself freaks me out so much.

Oh, I doubt I'd have liked that. Just reading the description is making me a little uneasy.

I think that's maybe what scares me. If you take the Lockean view that identity is really defined by the memories and experiences you share with your younger self, then you're really not yourself any more. Even though it's your body (or something made from it), it's essentially something else inhabiting it. That's creepy.

Yeah. If you were a shapeshifter, would your mind fit inside an animal's mind?

Not without any one of the following:

Turning into an animal with your own brain structure (possibly miniaturised in some scientifically impossible way. Hmm. Scratch this one for much smaller forms.

Extruding your brain into an adjacent dimension in some form of life support and the equipment to remotely control your new body.

Proving mind/body duality.


Raises an interesting point, actually. By the normal definitions by which we define ourselves, the butterfly that emerges from a cocoon (or any other insect that undergoes complete metamorphosis this way) is not the same one that wove it. It completely disintegrates then essentially undergoes a second embryonic development. We it to happen in humans, we would completely lose our larval identity. Basically, death and a new birth.

I love the fly. Both. The first one is a little funny to me, more like a 'what the fuck'. The second genuinely terrified me.

Two things i'm scared of:

Public Humiliation(I got panted in the gym in fourth grade infront of roughly 100 people. I kicked the guys ass the day after)

Well technically, the second one i'm not scared of, i just hate for it to happen: Rejection. It pisses me off because when I was like 12 or 13 i asked this chick out and it went from a High maybe (which is pretty much equal to a yes) to a let's just be friends, and she instead went out with a beaner named Jesus.

:robot:

I'm sure you're just mad because she went out with him instead.

true but that's not the point. And his name was jesus. I don't like that name couse even though it is spelled jesus people insist it's pronounced hey zeus or something like that.

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Sorry for the meme vomiting, but I... have reached an impasse.

I echo your sentiments.