I was told the same story and I am still terrified of escalators now. I sort of do a little dance before I get on them and hubby always has to stand behind me just in case!
I found them hilarious. It's like, "Dudes, quit shouting out your attacks. You're basically telling your victims to start running." xD My most feared fictional villains were Frieza and Cell from Dragonball Z. Frieza because he was basically the Hitler of Dragonball Z. Cell because he would absorb you, your friends, your family, and everyone in your city just to power himself up. He would never stop chasing you. No matter where you'd hide, you'd never be safe. As for real-life fears? Open water. Yeah, see the ocean the orca whale is jumping out of happily in my avatar? I wouldn't be caught dead in that. Even if I were surrounded by a pod of orca whales.
I'm not alone with the alien abduction fear it looks like. Anyone remember Unsolved Mysteries or those wax facial sculptures of murderers on AMW? I also hated using utensils from other households, but wasn't a germophobe.
I meant any other victim within the vicinity that had at least a minute, not the one standing in the blast fire.
My step Mum. We would go on school camps and I'd be so absorbed in the new environment and experiences and then on the ferry home, realising I was heading "home", and that lead weight of dread, slowly growing in your stomach.
First off, "as a kid"... that even makes me feel old - and I was only 16 when that was aired! Second... the first two minutes of this: I must have watched it when I was about 5-6, and for a stupidly long time I had nightmares about my bedroom walls suddenly turning translucent while mysterious inhuman figures clawed at it from the outside.
At the time, it was shit. Imagine lying in bed at night, in summer, thirsty, fantasizing about being older and independent so you could have a barrel at the end of your bed, filled with water, and a cup, so you could have a drink whenever you wanted. Because you were too scared (of her) to get out of bed to go and get a drink of water. On the other hand, fast forward 10 years and imagine having a conversation with that same woman, and having her apologise, and explain her own childhood and influences, and having the opportunity to forgive her. I am strongly of the opinion now that forgiveness is one of the most powerful forces in the known universe.
I remember watching a Tarzan movie on TV. In one scene, some of the natives ran away, but were killed when spears were thrown at them. Got them in the back. From that point on, for quite a while, I could sleep on my bed, but not with my back facing the room. Had to be on my back, or back facing the wall. Even though I was conscious of the irrationality of it all, I still couldn't sleep with my back exposed.
Well... one of the things I was most scared of as a kid, and this is something that is less cliche like spiders is... Seaworms! That's right, those reddish centipede-like worms with those sharp black twin pinchers. This fear ties into another hobby of mine outside of writing in fishing, which I believe is another thread here. As a kid, I would go to the local pier with my uncle and fish for flounder, as well as striped bass, but I could never manage to hook the seaworms on as bait, mainly because I was scared I'd get bit. And up until this day, after conquering that fear within time, I still have never been bit by a seaworm, but can still imagine how it must feel to have one dug into the webbing between your pointer finger and thumb and wiggling around relentlessly.
My fear of fishing doesn't rest with seaworms, but with getting a hook embedded deep into my hand. I blame the movie Perfect Storm where one of the characters had a giant hook embedded into the back of his hands and they showed the scene of the ship doctor pulling it out while he's biting down on a wooden spoon.
I've had that happen to me actually, but it was with very small fresh-water fishing hooks. It was a package of them, like ten, attached to 5lb test line, and I tore the package open so fast, anxious to set up my rod, and as I ripped the plastic open I caught about 3 hooks right in my hand. My dad helped pull them out.
I used to have a ton of irrational fears. I think the worst fear that I had was the E.T. was hiding under my bed. I made my dad check every night.
My dad used to tell us there were monsters under our bed so we wouldn't get out till the morning - apparently t hese monsters were nocturnal - little did he know what damaging effects it had on us lol! Also a Kiss poster in my cousin's bedroom when we had sleepovers - frightened the crap out of me. Kiss's white make-up was luminous in the poster and it stared at me all night long and of course I couldn't get out of bed to tear it down. I still see Kiss posters and it always reminds of me of not being able to sleep and I still get that shiver.
