I still get this now. Our flat has a big double panelled glass door leaving out onto our rather spacious balcony which goes around a corner. Late at night I sometimes keep expecting to look up and see something dart past it or jump up against the glass. It has such a horror movie vibe about it lolOriginally Posted by Lone Wolf Leonhart
pea-sized to quarter-sized spiders
Chucky
heights (when I could see the ground... I climbed a three-story tree when I was 7 or 8)
the dead hitcher from Creepshow 2
at 4 or 5, there was a kid on Halloween dressed like Freddy, so I refused to go out
Jurassic Park, there was also a haunted house when I was 10 or 11
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
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You know I was probably braver/less afraid as a kid. Growing up sucks
Spiders and snakes that are unknown entities are terrifying. If I know that it can kill me, somehow that's less frightening.
I used to be terrified, and still am, of the following:
Peacocks ( I got attacked by one when i was about 3 or 4)
Clowns (IT was not a good idea as a kid)
The dark
Needles
Thunder
I'm a wuss
a calm sea never made a skillful sailor | MILLIEGOESBEEP
Ghost Trains. I had to hide inside my mother's jacket whenever we went on one during a family outing.
The wording I was raised with wasn't necessarily that I would go to hell, it was "you won't make it to the celestial kingdom if you do/don't do this" and that terrified me at the time. Thanks, religion!I don't think my parents (or anyone else around me, really) ever seriously talked about people going to hell. I'm kinda glad I didn't get such ideas put into me.
I have never understood why clowns are used to entertain children with. I have never met a single kid who wasn't a little bit scared of them.
I was afraid of my parents whenever I did something wrong or bad. My mom would beat me up with her slippers, which hurts like a bitch.
Apparently, I have been declared banished.
Parents... yes. Also, my grandma... religious bi...
The internet. Welcome to the Ethereal Kingdom.The wording I was raised with wasn't necessarily that I would go to hell, it was "you won't make it to the celestial kingdom if you do/don't do this" and that terrified me at the time. Thanks, religion!I don't think my parents (or anyone else around me, really) ever seriously talked about people going to hell. I'm kinda glad I didn't get such ideas put into me.
Jack: How do you know?
Will: It's more of a feeling really.
Jack: Well, that's not scientific. Feeling isn't knowing. Feeling is believing. If you believe it, you can't know because there's no knowing what you believe. Then again, no one should believe what they know either. Once you know anything that anything becomes unbelievable if only by virtue of the fact you now... know it. You know?
Will: No.
If Demolition Man were remade today
Huxley: What's wrong? You broke contact.
Spartan: Contact? I didn't even touch you.
Huxley: Don't you want to make love?
Spartan: Is that what you call this? Why don't we just do it the old-fashioned way?
Huxley: NO!
Spartan: Whoa! Okay, calm down.
Huxley: Don't tell me to calm down!
Spartan: What's gotten into you? 'Cause it sure as hell wasn't me.
Huxley: Physical relations in the way of intercourse are no longer acceptable John Spartan.
Spartan: What? Why the hell not?
Huxley: It's the law, John. And for your information, the very idea that you suggested it makes me feel personally violated.
Spartan: Wait a minute... violated? Huxley what the hell are you accusing me of here?
Huxley: You need to leave, John.
Spartan: But Huxley.
Huxley: Get out!
Moments later Spartan is arrested for "violating" Huxley.
By the way, that's called satire. Get over it.
Robbers. I had these two giant stuffed bears, and would sleep with one on either side of me.
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The dark, and by extension, the basement, and by extension, my room.
I had a picture of Donald Duck on my wall in which his eyes were all wide and his beak was agape. He was staring at me.
I didn't go in my room much when I was 4.
Looking in mirrors at night (Thanks Bloody Mary!), the dark in general, and looking out the window at night especially when my dogs were barking at something I could not see in the woods.
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