As a kid? I'm still afraid of the dark.

Spiders and dogs, but the latter was because I was bit by one when I was 6. (Not an attack)

It was only when I got older that the weirder fears started coming out. >__>

Bigfoot.

House fire and vampire-zombies

I was scared of a monster from my dreams. I called him the "Oatmeal Monster".(well "Gröt Monstret" in swedish :P)

My dad thought it would be a tad amusing if he took actual things and used them to motivate by fear. He thought that in the end when I was cognizant(able to read and believe the dictionary), that I would no longer afraid of "The Balloon Ascensionist 's). Well the laugh is on him as I slept with a 100watt ceiling like lamp ALL NITE that I called "The Beacon" until I was 12. and the therapy bills didn't pay themselves!

Mine requires that I engage story mode:


Story Time:

So, when I was 7 I would watch a lot of Doctor Who that our local PBS station broadcast. This was classic Jon Pertwee and Tom Baker stuff, and in particular it was a Pertwee episode involving living plastic. Now, there were living mannequins that shot people, fake flowers which sprayed people's faces with a film so they couldn't breathe, and other such things. But the one that got me was an ugly little troll doll that, when exposed to a little bit of heat, would come to life and strangle the nearest person. I have to say it was pretty freaky.

Que the Cabbage Patch Kid. Yes, I had one, and it was almost a status symbol in a way because the darn things were so hard to find. Anyway, one day, shortly after seeing that episode, I had this horrible nightmare. In this nightmare my CPK, who was across from me on the bed, suddenly glared at me, got up, and dashed over to me so that it could carry out it's murderous intentions. Obviously, I woke up with a fair amount of panic (and screaming.) Here's the thing though, my Cabbage Patch Kid was on me when I woke up.

Now, I know for a fact (or was reasonably certain at the time), that the homicidal little doll was at my feet when I went to bed. So, waking up from a nightmare where it tried to kill me, only to find it's cotton stuffed murder paws were actually near my neck was a bit traumatizing. Needless to say, I tossed the would be killer off the side of the bunkbed (I was on the top half that time). You might say, "But couldn't it have climbed up the side to finish you off?" My response:

"No, it would go for my brother on the bottom bunk first. I can get away while the doll goes after him." At least, I think that's how I was able to fall back asleep that night. An uneasy, guarded sleep.

End story.

clowns

SCARED OF AS A KID: Cabbage patch kids!

CULPRIT: I loved my cabbage patch kid, and even the knock offs (c'mon you know the ones I'm talking about: Flower Kids, Garden Kids, etc.), UNTIL I watched Chucky at the movie theatres when I was in 7th grade.

THE INCIDENT: My friend and I got back from seeing the Chucky movie. We were completely freaked out, I was spending the night at her house, and she had a cabbage patch kid that looked insanely like Chucky WHEN THE LIGHTS WERE TURNED OFF. Upon which my friend swore she thought her Chucky-looking Cabbage Patch Kid moved. It was sitting on her toy box, which was on the opposite wall from her bed, but at the base of my feet (I had to bunk it on the floor with a sleeping bag). We started arguing about who should move "her" cabbage patch kid out of the room. I told her that she should remove it, as it was her doll and her house. She claimed because I was closer to it, that I should be the one to remove it. In the end, she breaks down crying, her dad ends up coming into the room to finally remove it... Needless to say, it was a very long time before I felt comfortable sleeping over her house again... By that time, we had both managed to give our cabbage patch kid dolls away.

MORAL: When giving toys away, don't tell the young kids on the receiving end the scary reasons why it is that you're giving away a once prized possession... Because, 1st: they will immediately become fearful of it too... And, 2ndly: They will then make all earthly attempts to destroy your once prized possession.

bluejester wrote:Mine requires that I engage story mode:
Story Time:...
End story.

Hmmm, were you the kid that received my friends Cabbage Patch Kid that her mother donated to the Salvation Army!?!?

I know you didn't get mine, as my mother gave mine away to my younger cousin.

I'm glad to hear others got freaked out by CPKs too!

NOTE TO SELF: Do not ever watch a Doctor Who Episode!

The Pterodactyl that lived under the lake at my cabin in northern Canada according to my recurring dream. A dream i still get every so often.

Also, Volcanoes that split the earth into shards and me being on one shard and my family being on another.. somehow this is because of a My Little Pony movie from the late 80s or possibly early 90s.

Afraid? Scared? I was out of my mind so afraid. FIRE! Our family had to search me out every 4th of July, (Mom shared a birthday with the REPUBLIC), because even sparklers had me hiding UNDER THE BED!
My brother said it began with a grease fire I STARTED when I was two. Pulled the grease can onto the stove while climbing onto the kitchen counter. He saved me, of course!

Mommy Dearest it's not just in the movies that they are manipulative psychotic beotches. However after twelve years of therapy, and not speaking with her for the last ten of those years. The nightmares stay away so long as I keep a couple of states between us.

Large semis and trains i.e. dreams of being in a car and approaching the railroad tracks and there were no lights/gates or sounds and then the minute the car was in the middle of the tracks, the train would hit.....

Lightning, still am.

Later in life I would move to Tampa, lightning capital of the USA.

Yech.

I used to be so afraid that my parents would go to jail. They were model, law-abiding citizens, I just thought that people went to prison kinda haphazardly, and that one day the police would be here, and my siblings and I would have to go find new parents.

Am I alone on this one?

Earthquakes, bees, and spiders.

I've moved away from quakes, and I mostly manage to deal with spiders and winged stingy things okay. Still give me the creeps, but no more fear.

Snakes.

Scared of 'em as a kid. Scared of 'em as a grown-up. Will be scared of 'em when I'm old and sent to a 'home'.

My sister took me to see the original Frankenstein movie when I was 4 so I knew monsters existed - and might be under my bed or in the dark corners.

Ghosts and Aliens.

Actually....I'm still scared of those things.

Heights. Well sort of. Depths really. Looking up didn't bother me, it was looking down that scared me.

infinity. I would think about things going on and on and on and never ending and it scared the crap out of me.

Really small?

Lightning/Thunder
Dark
Star Trek (the creatures, all except for the tribbles - that episode with the moving boulder scared me the most, LOL)

squatchy wrote:clowns

Thank God I am not the only one.

Until I was 12, I was sure that werewolves and vampires were lurking outside my window, so I slept with a bright nightlight AND my covers completely over my head. I thought that if they couldn't see me through the window, I'd be safe (I don't know why I didn't just close my curtains).

I knew they weren't under the bed because that's where the 100 (friendly) microscopic baby alligators lived...

I was (and still am!) afraid of the dark, bugs (particularly spiders), heights, tight/small spaces, and most especially, clowns.

Clowns under the bed and TV snow (which still give me the shivers). My stupid parents let me watch Poltergeist.

When I first was potty trained, I was afraid of flushing the toilet. I guess I thought it was going to take me with the contents.

At some point around that time, I had a very realistic nightmare involving the Cookie Monster eating our entire apartment building. The terror I felt about Cookie went away very slowly, descending through a "well, he's just not as funny as he thinks he is" stage of regard, and finally when I got to be an adult I was over it and could actually laugh at him.

Z07 wrote:Bigfoot.

Seconded. We lived in a very rural area. Lots of woods and near the mountains. The fact that my mother assured me that unlike vampires and werewolves, Bigfoot was quite real, and was known to peek in people's windows at night didn't help a bit. If I sat with my back to a window my older brother and sister would gasp and point at the window behind me, freaking my little preschool butt out.

Apparently psychologically torturing the youngest child was a tradition in my family. I still feel uncomfortable walking up to a darkened window, even on the second floor.

bluejester wrote:Mine requires that I engage story mode:


Story Time:

So, when I was 7 I would watch a lot of Doctor Who that our local PBS station broadcast. This was classic Jon Pertwee and Tom Baker stuff, and in particular it was a Pertwee episode involving living plastic. Now, there were living mannequins that shot people, fake flowers which sprayed people's faces with a film so they couldn't breathe, and other such things. But the one that got me was an ugly little troll doll that, when exposed to a little bit of heat, would come to life and strangle the nearest person. I have to say it was pretty freaky.

Que the Cabbage Patch Kid. Yes, I had one, and it was almost a status symbol in a way because the darn things were so hard to find. Anyway, one day, shortly after seeing that episode, I had this horrible nightmare. In this nightmare my CPK, who was across from me on the bed, suddenly glared at me, got up, and dashed over to me so that it could carry out it's murderous intentions. Obviously, I woke up with a fair amount of panic (and screaming.) Here's the thing though, my Cabbage Patch Kid was on me when I woke up.

Now, I know for a fact (or was reasonably certain at the time), that the homicidal little doll was at my feet when I went to bed. So, waking up from a nightmare where it tried to kill me, only to find it's cotton stuffed murder paws were actually near my neck was a bit traumatizing. Needless to say, I tossed the would be killer off the side of the bunkbed (I was on the top half that time). You might say, "But couldn't it have climbed up the side to finish you off?" My response:

"No, it would go for my brother on the bottom bunk first. I can get away while the doll goes after him." At least, I think that's how I was able to fall back asleep that night. An uneasy, guarded sleep.

End story.

[applause]

Not much, but scary/horror movies! Started with Halloween; this genre is REALLY tough for me to this very day.

My kids are completely creeped out by/scared of cockroaches. Probably 'cause my wife saves a "special scream" for when she sees one.

My niece was afraid of the song "On Top of Spaghetti". Go figure...

God

Flies. I blame my older sister for filling my hyper imagination with visuals of flies with FANGS and other scary things.

I wasn't afraid of the dark. I was afraid of OPEN DOORS in the dark. The worst was ... my closet. I couldn't go to sleep if my closet door was open.

My mother!

My mother used to hide behind doors and jump out and scare us. Several times she hid under beds and would grab our legs as we climbed in for the night. I have one brother who is now 38 and still jumps into bed from 3 feet away every night. I have never in my adult life owned a bed that anything could crawl under.

Lest you think this was just a few isolated incidents. My mother recently visited us, while here we all sat down to watch gremlins. At one tense point in the movie my mother lept up from behind the couch I was sitting on and scared me.

However, I do love my mother and have even helped her scare kids from the church group.

agingdragqueen wrote:Before I talked much, my mom said I would get really freaked out in my room at night. When I finally verbalized what it was- I told her it was the stuffed Cookie Monster near my bed. I didn't like him because I thought he would gobble me up like he did cookies.

Cookies are a sometimes food...



*deep base cookie monster voice*

Little children on the other hand, are an all the time food. Bwhahahahaha