What scared the **** out of you when you were little???

[Janizary]

Originally Posted by PhoenixDown

Zombies however may be slow and stupid (

SHUDDER. Unless you happen to run into the "28 Days Later" variety of hyper Zombie. You are screwed. FAst as hell and just one drop of fluid and you are converted to the zombie crew.

[CameronJr9]

Originally Posted by firmhonda

Cameron already posted his life and death situation when he was a child in another thread so.... anyone else??

I did? Damn, my memory must be slipping. What did I say?

[firmhonda]

Originally Posted by atruhondagrl

Spiders. They still do.

My mother is deathly afraid of spiders. I kind of feel bad for all the things I've done to her (to scare the living hell out of her), but it's always been funny.

One time when I was about 9 or so we went to a privately owned nature reserve and did a hike through it. We got to this point on the trail where there where shrubs just hanging over the walkway and a little hidden sign that said "Danger, Jumping Spiders." I guess I was the only one that saw it cuz she just walked right on into it looking at the pretty shrubs like nothing was going on. That's when it happened. It seemed like thousands of spiders jumped across the walkway all at once while she was right in the middle. She knocked down people like a 500lb linebacker all the way to the car.

One of the funniest damn sights I've ever seen in my life.

I personally haven't ever been afraid of spiders, and I've been bitten by 2 brown recluses(sp?) in the past year. Texas seems to be a good spot for bad spiders.

[firmhonda]

Originally Posted by CameronJr9

I did? Damn, my memory must be slipping. What did I say?

How could you forget a post as serious as this one. I almost booked a flight to louisville(sp?) just to say it'll be okay and give you a hug. That is a serious jug of kool-aid that you talked about

Originally Posted by CameronJr9

There was a commercial on TV that used to terrify me as a kid. It was those Kool-Aid commercials. A giant, talking bowl of fruit punch that comes crashing through your wall. I dunno, right? No warning, just "OH YEAH! OH YEAH!" Right?

And he would dance and break your coffee table, punch your armoire- "OH YEAH!" And that really terrified me, but the kids in the commercial were all excited. They were excited, and happy. It's a 400-pound jug of juice. Came bashing into your house, screaming "OH YEAH!", dancing, with tights on, I don't know why juices wear tights, his juice box is hanging out. I don't want to see that, Kool.

And these kids would drink out of him after he busted through a wall and debris fell into his open, idiot head. Asbestos, lead paint fell inside his head. He would pour his fruity blood into glasses. "OH YEAH! OH YEAH!" And they would drink his fruity, dirty blood right out of his head. And they'd be like, "Thanks Kool!" *slight laughter*

No, if that were me, I'd be like, "No, no, I don't want to drink from you, I want you to fix this ***damn wall before my dad gets home from work. He's not going to believe that a dancing bowl of fruit punch came in here. I'm going to get beat with a toaster, I swear to God, bro. This is ****. Don't touch me! I'll kick you in the legs. You're very top heavy, and you will smash. You fix this wall. If you get thirsty, sip yourself you glass s.o.b.!"

"OH YEAH!"

"Oh, no! That's your problem! Your slogan should be, 'Oh no! What have I done to this beautiful home?'"

[CameronJr9]

Hahaha!

I'd have to say two things terrify me, one kinda bothers me sometimes.

The two that terrify me are snakes and spiders. We just don't get along really. I hate 'em.

And I'm afraid of the dark, but usually only when I'm alone. If other people are around and it's dark, it's no thing. If I'm in the house alone and I have to travel to the basement, EVERY light is on.

Yeah, I can admit that.

[Janizary]

Lol. That reminded me that I found that orginal 'creepy' Burger King commercial to be scary.

Recap: Guy wakes up look out the window and creep evil BK is stand way across the yard. Guy blinks, and evil BK is somewhat closer, his face frozen in that rictus smile. Guy shakes his head, evil BK is much closer, his frozen evil grin dripping malice. BAM, evil BK is standing right in front of the guy. Shudder.

That commercial remided me of an old 'Night Gallery' episode from the 70s. Frozen face evil animatron that haunts and eats people.

I'll admit it, I'd have (1) shot evil BK, or (2) run for the hills. Creepy bastard.

[Fixer]

Originally Posted by tygerSI33

When I was in about 2nd grade I was scared of watching the Wizard of Oz. Those d*** flying monkeys.

Scott.....OMG........I thought I was the only one ever frightened by those dastardly flying monkeys! They were pure evil! Horror movies in general never bothered me but an Academy Awarding winning musical scared the bejesus out me! Great, now I'm not going to able to sleep tonight thinking those monkeys are going to land on my window ledge and whisk me away. Thanks Scott.

[firmhonda]

Originally Posted by CameronJr9

And I'm afraid of the dark, but usually only when I'm alone. If other people are around and it's dark, it's no thing. If I'm in the house alone and I have to travel to the basement, EVERY light is on.

I'm with you on this one. If I end up alone at home I leave one light on in every big room in my house (living room, kitchen, dining room). Most of the time I'll even walk through with a 4 iron just for a little added security. That being said, I can't stand a single ray of light shining into my bedroom at night. it has to be as close to pitch black as possible or I stay up all night just staring at that one spot that the light is in.

[BLACKFG]

well when i was like 3 or 4 my mther had this little red riding hood hand puppet that could transform from the little girl, grandma, and wolf, well that thing did some serious emotional scaring. also when i was younger the movie it and the origanil nigt of the living dead scared the living crap out of me.

[RaskyR1]

My basement as a kid....and walking up the stairs. They were the type of stairs that had no back and I would always dream I was running up them to get away and something would grab my legs and pull me under!

[sichick]

the dark and windows at night that dont have curtains, i caught some one looking inside my window in the middle of the night when i was little

[Jaranath]

Originally Posted by firmhonda

I guess I was the only one that saw it cuz she just walked right on into it looking at the pretty shrubs like nothing was going on. That's when it happened. It seemed like thousands of spiders jumped across the walkway all at once while she was right in the middle. She knocked down people like a 500lb linebacker all the way to the car.

Holy freaking cow. I've never heard of that sort of behavior before...I suppose you don't know any more, like why they were present in that spot in such numbers, or why a person seemed to prompt the jumping? The sign confuses me too...I've never heard of jumping spiders being dangerous.

This does give me a segue to another good story, however:

A good many years ago, before I was born, my mother was teaching at her first student assignment. She was staying in a camper at a campground in southern Illinois until she could settle in and afford a home. Given the camper's limited facilities, she needed to use the campground's showers, which conveniently were new and well-kept. (Brains out of the gutter, gentlemen, this is my mom! ) She would take my sister along, a baby not yet crawling at this time, and sit her on the floor in the shower area with keys and other rattly things to play with.

One day, directly in the middle of her showering (getting ready to rinse), mom turns--and there, on the bright white shower stall paneling, at eye level not two feet from her nose, is the biggest, hairiest spider mom has ever seen.

Now, needless to say many people are arachnaphobes. Many of us have a healthy respect and fear of the critters that doesn't even qualify as phobia--after all, who likes a critter that scuttles about on far too many legs and might well at any moment sink its fangs into you, in order to inject potentially fatal or at least very painful poisons into your bloodstream? But there are of course those with true, pathological phobias, and since I could first speak I have called the queen of those people, or at the very least a high-ranking member of their parliament, "Mom." I daresay firmhonda knows precisely what I mean when I say I and my father have undoubtedly killed our entire family's weight in spiders while listening to a constant refrain of "don't let it get away, kill it, kill it, ooooooh, hurry, it's getti-DON'T LET IT GET--YES, SQUASH HIM, SQUASH HI--did you get him? Squish him good! Let me see the smashed bits!" Our impending duties are always announced by a squeal and a gasping linebacker charge to anywhere but where it is.

I present this to you so you will understand that when, on one crisp autumn morning in the late 1960s a young, attractive college student was seen running shrieking across a southern Illinois campground clutching a perplexed infant and wearing nothing but soapy water, you will understand that drugs had nothing to do with it.

After she finished barfing in the camper sink, mom set about rinsing as best she could through the shakes, and made herself presentable. That finished, she set out (clothed) to the combination general store/ice cream parlor that also served as the campground owner's office. She informed him of the spider, suggested he investigate at his earliest convenience, and left.

Such was mom's lingering shock, and the apparent lack of concern shown by the owner over the next few days when she frequently asked him about the spider, that mom was forced to make do with sponge baths from the camper sink (now I said brains out of the gutter). After five days of this, mom was fed up enough with sponge baths that she worked up the courage to return to the showers, to see if the owner had finally gotten around to inspecting them or if the spider had perhaps left of its own accord. The first question was answered before she even reached the building--the water, the hot water, was still running. The second question was answered upon opening the door. Her recent shower companion was still contently perched on the shower stall paneling, this time upon the opposite panel. Another hasty, though slightly more dignified, retreat.

Six more days of non-showering and occasional inquiries at the general store/ice cream parlor followed. Now, it probably needs saying that mom is not a coward. This is a woman who largely raised herself and her sister, who put herself at great risk to save her sister's life, who raced cars and helped train local police in night pursuits (she was the rabbit) before she was even licensed, who was a poor single working mother, and who owned a gun and frequently used it. But phobias are powerful mental conditions, and so nearly two weeks had passed before mom finally marched to the general-store-and-ice-cream-parlor to force the issue.

The campground's owner was the large, burly, ex-Marine type, and when it became clear to him that mom wasn't budging this time, he put all that muscle into hurling his colorful ice-cream-parlor apron to the floor in disgust. With a holler to his wife that he'd be off dealing with "this kid's bug," he stormed from behind the counter, out the door, straight to the showers, and through the door. Mom stayed behind, briefly listening to the (still) running (hot) water.

"F**K!" The owner charged out the door, turned, stared back through it. "Jesus H. Christ!" Mom peeked. The spider had now moved to the outside of the shower stall, on the mostly open door, big as ever.

As I mentioned, the shower facility was new, and other construction was ongoing. The owner ran to a pile of two-by-fours, picked one up, approached the shower much more cautiously, and this time put all that muscle into half-swinging, half-hurling the two-by-four at the spider. His aim was true, and the spider--as well as half the shower stall--fell dead to the floor.

The university entomologists later identified the corpse as indeed a large tarantula. The campground owner said he recalled the last occupants of the pad nearest the showers telling him that they had just arrived from a stay in Arizona. The entomologist concluded the tarantula had most likely hitched a ride in the trailer's undercarriage, found Illinois autumns not to its liking, and found the closest warm, humid place to call home and hunt.

The owner did not complain about the water and repair bills.

[firmhonda]

That, Jaranath, is a serious story. Being a story as serious, I've got another one..

When I was 10 years old my parents bought a new house in a suburb of Dallas called Cedar Hill. Cedar Hill was geographically the highest point above sea level in Dallas and a good chunk of north Texas. We lived right outside of a huge nature reserve that housed a great deal of wild animals. To make you understand a little more, we caught coyotes in our front yard more than once. Anyways, When our first spring set on we enjoyed going out to the deck behind the house and talk, eat dinner, enjoy the sunset, etc..
Well, when it started to get hotter we decided one day that we would eat breakfast outside instead of dinner. We got outside and learned that the deck that we had housed a good deal of tarantulas.
The sun rose, the tarantulas did too.. right through the cracks of our wooden deck. I think all together we had somewhere between 6-10 of them crawl out and make my mom hide in the car. She didn't want to be in the house or outside.. just hid in the car.
In the next years it seemed like tarantulas where everywhere we looked. Crawling out of the nature reserve across the street, in every little hiding spot. It made for some funny summers.


What do you get when a tarantula crosses the rode while an arachnophobic is driving down the same road?


A mother jumping from the drivers seat into the back seat in .00032 seconds and stopping traffic until the spider is gone.

[Jaranath]

Originally Posted by firmhonda

That, Jaranath, is a serious story. Being a story as serious, I've got another one..

When I was 10 years old my parents bought a new house in a suburb of Dallas called Cedar Hill. Cedar Hill was geographically the highest point above sea level in Dallas and a good chunk of north Texas. We lived right outside of a huge nature reserve that housed a great deal of wild animals. To make you understand a little more, we caught coyotes in our front yard more than once. Anyways, When our first spring set on we enjoyed going out to the deck behind the house and talk, eat dinner, enjoy the sunset, etc..
Well, when it started to get hotter we decided one day that we would eat breakfast outside instead of dinner. We got outside and learned that the deck that we had housed a good deal of tarantulas.
The sun rose, the tarantulas did too.. right through the cracks of our wooden deck. I think all together we had somewhere between 6-10 of them crawl out and make my mom hide in the car. She didn't want to be in the house or outside.. just hid in the car.
In the next years it seemed like tarantulas where everywhere we looked. Crawling out of the nature reserve across the street, in every little hiding spot. It made for some funny summers.


What do you get when a tarantula crosses the rode while an arachnophobic is driving down the same road?


A mother jumping from the drivers seat into the back seat in .00032 seconds and stopping traffic until the spider is gone.

Lol! I'm a bit surprised she doesn't swerve to hit them!

An arachnaphobe in Big Hairy Spider Country. Heh. At least you don't live in Sydney.

[dentrecords]

needles.

(but I just got a labret piercing recently, so I feel that's much less scary now, hell I want my earlobes done with a 10 gauge)

the aliens movies.

tornadoes.

[sheek360]

i saw the first exorcist when i was 8 years old. scared the hell outta me

[CaliGuy]

Honestly, The Exorsist still scares me if I watch it alone...

I saw the re-relased Exorcist when it was in theaters a few years back and I jumped out of my seat like 3 times...and I don't think I get scared easily, but that movie has excellent element of suprise...

Oh man, and when she goes down teh stairs crawling upside down...omfg

[Cookstar]

Originally Posted by CaliGuy

I was never scared of movies, tv, books, etc as a kid....Hypodermic needles were and still are my fear...

I'm not too freaked out by getting stuck by needles, but I would much rather be the one giving the shot.

I'm an RN, btw.

[JonLee]

Originally Posted by LunchBoxed

I watched the movie Dr. Giggles when I was about 9 years old. It scared the s*** out of me. I had always hated going to the dentist, so this reinforced my fear. *shivers* Still gives me the creeps to think about it...

I was also deathly afraid of large bodies of water when I was young (lakes, oceans, etc.). The thought of large fish or other enormous creatures swimming around below me freaked me out.

WERD on the large bodies of water, I'm not scared of being on a boat or anything, but if i'm actually swimming in the water, I get scared from the thought of what could be under me. There could be some crazy meat eating machine down there for all i know hahahha.

[atruhondagrl]

I forgot Gozer from Ghostbusters. That woman scared the crud out of me. I was 8 when I saw Ghostbusters in the theatre.