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:wah: Love the story Far. somehow I can't imagine you being afraid of anything.

I don't have any good stories but several fears.

1. Spiders.. well maybe a little story, when we first moved in the the house I grew up in the land around it was bare, the canyon was open. Well one day we all were in the den watching TV, I was sitting on a bean bag chair. All of the sudden my Dad looks at me at say in his deepest voice, don't move just slide down the chair onto the floor. Why I said, just do it.. I did, and as I did my dad jumped up and grabbed this HAIRY TRANTULA from the bean bag I was sitting on. To this day I fear spiders, not all but the big ones make me freeze in my tracks.

2. Rattlesnakes.. On day my cousin Patty and I were walking back from a hike in the canyon on our way home for dinner. She grabbed my arm and said once again don't move, and she looked down. At our feet all coiled up ready to strike was a Rattlesnake. I froze and started screaming, snake.. My dad heard me, how I don't know.. Before I knew it he was there chopping the head off the snake with a shovel.. HATE SNAKES..

3. Just a funny fear I couldn't stand to have my feet hanging over the bed ever, was afraid of what was under to bed at night might get my feet and drag me into the dark pit.:wah:

4. To this day I don't like closet door left open at night, I will get up and shut them. As a kid I alway thought something would come out in the dark of the closet and get me, why I don't know.. clothes don't come to life, just one of those kid things.

5. As a kid and now as an adult I scare easily, if you scare me I have this nasty habit of swinging and hitting anyone who scares me, so watch out..

Boy it a wonder we make it to adulthood... now I look back and say wooo!! I was afraid of lots of things..

Awww Bless you Far, look at you now all grown up! x

i am only afraid of hurricanes. nothing else. i can shoot anything else.

I love LC's fearlessness.

I used to be afraid of the monsters in the old B monster flicks of the 50s. When I was little, once a month my mother would go to her women's club meeting, with an admonition to watch the kids and take care of us. My father would be left watching us kids: my older brother John and baby sister. Well, Dad would sit there at the dinner table after Mom left, and say: "Let's go to the drive-in tonight for a movie!"

Oh boy, we all jumped up and down. Visions of Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, all those lovely princesses came to my head.

But brother John pipped up, "Let's go see the Creature from the Black Lagoon, or the Monster That Ate Tokyo" or one of those horrifying creatures from those times.(how tame things were back then)

I would always shake my head and say no, no, no. But my Dad wanted to go see those monster flicks too, they had to convince me.

"All the popcorn and candy you can eat now, wouldn't that be fun now if we went to see the monster flick."

Boy, what a dilema for a kid! You didn't get to eat that much candy back then, and all the popcorn to boot! Hmm, the sucker I was, I always gave in and off we would go to pile in the car and watch the monster movie. I would watch with my hands over my face, peeking out ever so often to watch and stuff myself with goodies.

Dad took us all home, tucked us into bed before Mom came home, and asleep we went. But I always woke up in the middle of the night crying about all those monsters out to get me.

My mother would come in the room, and ask me, "Honey, what's the matter?"

"Oh, it's that horrible creature from the black lagoon!"

"There's no creature here......"

"Yes there is, I saw it last night at the movies!"

*crackle of thunder*

That was not my Mom's idea of watching the kids, candy to give them a belly ache and monsters in the night.

Boy, my mother got so mad at the boys for letting me see those movies, and the next morning at breakfast they would come down for a hearty meal and find a box of cold cereal sitting on their plates, while I was scarfing up homemade pancakes and anything I wanted. My Dad always look chagrined, and my brother gave me dirty looks for tattling, but they knew they would always try it again the next time my Mom went out.

Never could resist all the candy part of the deal.........................

xoxoxoxoxo

Haha--Great story Far! My brother used to tell me, "The big spider is hiding under your bed". I looked under my bed every night until I was about 18 years old. Every now and then, he'll e mail me to tell me the spider is still there. :wah:

When we were little my Grandma (as a treat) would let us watch a movie on TV on Saturday afternoon. It was usually the radioactive spiders or ants grown to 25 feet or Creature from the Black Lagoon kind of movie. One day the Bongo Tree Monster was on and it scared the bejesus out of my little brother. He made me kick every tree we walked past for a month - just to be sure it wasn't the Bongo Tree Monster going to come alive and eat him.

FAR,

The GRUNGE has a big family now and one is headed to England and the other is on its way to FLORIDA close to where LC lives..It doesn't stand a chance in FLORIDA.

Far Rider wrote: hahahahahaha I knew this was a universal thing!



Abbey you didnt fess up!!!!!! What were you afraid of? After the lickin I gave the Grunge I'm told he moved to England of all places? Imagine that? hahahahaHe'll not stay here for long, it's way too cold.



When i was a kid, my sister had a furry Gonk called Hank and i lived in fear of that ugly furry thing,

and she took great delight in turning the bedroom light off and spooking me with it.

Even now when i hear the name Hank, i remember how scared i was of it.

Far Rider wrote: hahahahahha too funny! a Furry Gonk... I need a description... the Grunge is a Furry sasquatch looking thing 9 foot tall eats children under 5 foot. but first he captures them and silences them by fear, cause if you scream out while he has you he eats you on the spot to keep you quiet! But if you keep quiet you prolong your chances of getting away!It stood around 12" tall, and was pretty harmless looking really, but when you're a kid you imagination runs riot.

How i hated and feared that ruddy little furry gonk Hank!

I wonder if my sister remembers?

Far, You really are bad, i already have disturbing dreams about FG.

When my husband and I were first married we would watch Alfred Hitchcock movies on an old black and white t.v. that was a hand me down from his folks. There was one particular show that was frightfully scarry. When it was time to go to bed we were afraid to move and tried to convince the other to be first to go in to the bedroom and turn on the light. Finally we held hands and ran into the bedroom together. :wah:

Bridget wrote: When my husband and I were first married we would watch Alfred Hitchcock movies on an old black and white t.v. that was a hand me down from his folks. There was one particular show that was frightfully scarry. When it was time to go to bed we were afraid to move and tried to convince the other to be first to go in to the bedroom and turn on the light. Finally we held hands and ran into the bedroom together. :wah::wah: I remember watching nightmare on Elm street and going to bed backwards so that my back was'nt exposed to the dark.

Childhood fears.......

The open bedroom closet at night.

The long steps leading down to the basement........at night.

When I was younger my mom used to scare me with stories about "Mary Worth." She was kind of the same as Bloody Mary...if you said "I don't believe in Mary Worth" three times into a darkened mirror she'd pop up and scratch you, or she'd knock on your window, or she'd call you and you'd know she was coming. Obviously I told myself I was way too cool to be scared by such stories. But I still won't even look into a mirror if the room is dark!

My brother & I had bunk beds, I was on top. My arm used to fall over the side and once in awhile there would be a loud thud in the night.



That was me hitting the floor after he pulled my arm.



Im not real crazy about bunkbeds now.

On Saturday mornings we used to sit inside (when we should have been getting air and exercise outside) and watch "Creature Features." There was one scene in "The Trifids" when a housewife was in the kitchen at night, and you know the windows are pitch black on the other side, and suddenly the glass shattered and the Trifid smashed it's leafy head through the window at her.

I was well into my 20's before I could be in the kitchen and turn my back on a window when it was dark outside.

Imagine twilight zone music playing in the background. My Grandma sends me down to the very creepy basement where all the rats live to get a box of canning jars. I am freaked out to begin with so I grab 2 boxes and take the stairs 2 at a time to get to the kitchen. The first box has canning jars - the second box has WWII pictures in it. I pulled a picture out that my nightmares were made of. It was of a fountain in France taken 12 years before I was born but in my dreams there was someone chasing me around this very same fountain. I quit having the nightmares after I saw the picture. :-6

hmmm....

any of you know the story about being out in a car and you get pulled over by the police, they tell you to get out the car and not look back..... the driver is still in the car and you of course look back......

im not finishing it because if you havent heard it its too scary!!

gave me a real bad nightmare!

also for some unknown reason i have this thing that any room with a toilet in it... if its dark and i have to open the door im gonna find a dead body sitting on the toilet (all the seats are down!) as if theyd hung themselves....

also was always scared id open a wardrobe and thered be someone in it, or the normal someone under my bed thing....

what else..... so much

im still kinda scared of the dark now....

When I was a teen ager and younger I never went to bed without looking under my bed. Don't do that anymore as all I have under my bed are dust bunnies and I don't fear them. I still have to have all the closet doors closed and the bedroom door opened a crack before I will go to bed. My husband who just jumps into bed thinks I'm nuts. Guess he's right.

I used to hate the dark too when I was young, but thankfully managed to get over that. Only thing that I fear now are wasps and bees. Can't stand them, if I even hear that buzz sound I'm already half way down the street.

Far your story reminded me of when our two oldest boys were teens. They would sometimes ignore curfew by several hours. They always slipped in the dining room door as it wouldn't lock and went right up the upstairs which had a door to it. Once back when wigs were very popular I had a long one. So I hung it on the door knob of the upstairs door before I went to bed. When Terry came in he reached for the door knob in the dark and got a hand full of hair. I guess he just about passed out and was afraid to feel down further to see if I was sitting on the floor in front of the door. Another time I put my wooden clothles pins which were in a childs sandbucket on a can of pork and beans on a wooden floor, just so the edge of the door hit them when he came sneaking in. What a racket.

One time Dennis was sliding in through a very narrow crack of the door and I was standing leaning against a cabinet right by the door in a white nylon tricot nightgown that sort of glowed in the dark. When he opened the door the light from outside just showed up on the nightgown. When he saw that glow he jumped about six feet.