You’re sitting down drinking a cup of coffee and when you are almost halfway done you notice a ripple on the surface of the liquid. Not a ripple like something just fell into your cup but a ripple like there is something moving in your cup. Instead of drinking anymore or tossing it down the drain you take your index finger and stir around in the coffee to see what it is. You can feel something but everytime you bump it with your finger it doesn’t seem to want to come to the surface so you can see what it is.
You pour almost all of your coffee down the drain but you want to screen out whatever it was that was in there because you are so damn curious. When there is about an inch of coffee left you see what looks like the top of a half submerged lima bean . You poke at it to get a closer look and when you roll it over in the bottom of your cup you see that what you were initially looking at was it’s back and on it’s other side are small human legs and arms like some sort of misshapen fetus, but it has a minature fully developed head of something that looks like a caveman and just as you poke it one last time, it’s eyes open and it grabs onto your finger with both it’s arms and legs and bites into the tip of your finger.
You pull you hand away and shake to try to get it off to no avail and the pain is excruciating and the only way to get it off is to amputate your own finger with a kitchen knife.
Where my grandma lives in Mexico…small town with a huge river nearby and old old cemeteries and random tombstones scattered here and there that are eerie/scary. Huge bats flying around some of the very few light posts that exist, small dimly lit dirt roads with old wooden fences that curve in every which way. Wild dogs infected with rabies roaming the dark nights…faint cries of babies carried by the winds. Wandering drunks spewing profanity in Spanish, crying in disappointment of what their lives have become, the losses they have endured and problems drinking have caused. At night you also vaguely see the white church right across from my grandmas ranch also. Constant fear of assaults, robberies and ambushes that happen often in the area.
Certain times of the year you’ll get huge toads flooding the area out from the river. I remember having to walk outside in pitch blackness to take a shit and stepping on them and them jumping all over.
Just a freaky place to be out around when you’re by your self.
What freaks me out to is thinking about waking up in the middle of the night and catching a glimpse of some short big headed, huge eyed, albino skinned aliens glancing at me as they walk past my window and disappear off to the side of my house.
Swimming isolated beaches where there’s only fishermen and seeing fins in the distance and not knowing if they’re sharks or dolphins and deciding fuck it I’ll swim out farther and deeper. Yet getting that sick feeling in your stomach when the water turns murky and the thought of something pulling you under gives you goose bumps and chills through your spine.
A jihadi trying to saw off my head with a rusty dull blade… and then dragging my body through the streets and beating on it like a Mexican pinata.
Why???
I am scared that my soul will end up being one pissed off ghost stuck haunting an arm pit of the world for the rest of my life!!!
Why???
Because, third worlders tend to stay indoors at night, are definitely afraid of the dark, and will close their eyes and hum to themselves if they see or hear anything suspicious. So they will not actively participate or engage with a ghost and therefore redemption could never ever be achieved! Stuck. Get it?!
Giving a false positive in a drug test, having your kids seized by social services since you’re a junkie, and going to jail because you can’t plea bargain by ratting out your dealer because you never had a dealer in the first place, and possibly being stuck in a rehab program where you keep being fed substitute drugs and any claims of a false positive are taken as being in denial.
[quote]TDavis123 wrote:
Two things would scare the shit out of me, one personal, the other I just couldnt fathom;
Not being able to move your arms, i.e. arms are pinned to your side or you tunneling and your arms are trapped above your head and you’re stuck…
You’re in hospital, physically your out of it, coma what ever, but mentally you know theres nothing wrong with you yet you can’t wake up, all around you people are saying you wont recover, your brain dead, etc…yet you can’t communicate to them that you are there still[/quote]
Dude had to post this. There is a book written in the 20’s or something called Johnny got his gun about this. It was actually banned for a bit in the states. Its freaky if your in the military especially because the shit that happens in the book really could happen now.
I’m all growed up but to this day I will not sleep with my arm hanging over the edge of the bed. There’s monsters under there.
I love to swim but if I can’t see the bottom and the water is dirty, no way… unless I got some Jack Daniels in me…liquid courage.
The first time I water skiied on lake Huron the dude who owned the boat couldn’t believe I never skiied before…I stayed up forever. I had to tell him it wasen’t because I was any good, It was because I was terrified of being in the water lol.
Plane crash. Knowing that in one or two minutes, 500 tonnes of metal is going to pulverise my body, and that no matter how hard I try to hang on to a loved one, I won’t be able to protect them from the pain (even if its momentary)
[quote]christel wrote:
the criminaly insane:escaping. (makes me think of the Tales from the Crypt and Santa Claus)
crazy fear of centipedes (they have one to many legs and are so fast)
Also agree with everyone who said dark basements and needing to look behind you in the dark.
House settling noises at night.[/quote]
That’s not the house settling. It’s a criminally insane escaped convict creeping around your dark basement letting centipedes loose to chew on the support beams.
The death of loved ones. I have an intense physical reaction to the knowledge that once my father or mother or brother dies, their non-existence will be eternal. If they die in old age, ok…but untimely death is a real bummer.
Descending into psychosis.
HIV/Aids/other diseases that slowly waste you away.
Heaven/Hell. This is a weird one…the thought of eternal consciousness terrifies me. I suspect that an eternally aware being, if such a thing could exist, would eventually suffer more psychological torture than can can even be fathomed. It might be good for a thousand or even a billion years, but eventually consciousness would be your prison and escape would be impossible.
Very interesting topic indeed. I’m not sure what exactly scares me. I could say something simple like traffic. I get nervous when I’m driving in a highly trafficed area, ecspecially if i’m unsure of where exactly i’m going. In terms of something deeper though i’m not really sure.
I’ve always enjoyed the darker aspects of life. Not so much that I condone them but it’s as if in some sense I relish in them. Metal music, horror movies, darkness, perversions, serial killers, they all fascinate me.
I think my biggest fear is control. I like to have a sense of contronl, feeling helpless is one of the worst things.
For whomever mentioned Johnny got his gun, Metallica music video “One” is based off of it.
