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Originally posted by SamusAran
There is nothing to fear but fear itself.
Back to the post, Videos and pictures of ghosts always make the hair stand up on my neck.
I remember watching a video on youtube which I later found out was one of those freaking videos where a picture pops up along with a high-pitched blood curdling scream. In this case it was a picture of the exorcist girl.
I was afraid to get on the computer with lights out and door close for about 2 months after that.
Originally posted by acabforcalloway
I get completely sick when I see a blue color that may be the same as yours. I hate this color. It almost physically makes me ill if I see it. I have called this color "casket blue" since I was maybe 5. The thing is, though, I really cannot remember anything that would've caused me to hate the color or why I've always referred to it as casket blue. I didn't attend my first funeral until I was well after 18 yrs old. The blue is a very light, almost greyish blue. Just..terrible looking.
I'm also incredibly afraid of wind mills. Not the wooden, Heidi kind of wind mills, the tall, steel industrial wind mills. I can't look at them, even in pictures. And I didn't grow up near anything like that. It sounds really ridiculous, and I don't know where these fears came from, but I feel your pain
Originally posted by cwt8466
Here we go:
Veins in my arm, but just the blue ones. Thinking about the fact that the blood is "used"...bleh.
Being touched. I can shake hands (sometimes), my wife can touch me (obviously), but brush up against me or try and have physical contact with me, I recoil like I am on fire!
Tomatoes. The texture is waaay too flesh-like.
Even numbers. Everything has to have an odd number, i.e.: 3 icecubes, 1 scoop of ice cream, 5 pairs of shoes, etc.
The backside of a mirror.
The feel of a popsicle stick in my mouth *shudder*
I know there is more, but I'm pulling a blank right now...
~C!edit on 4-2-2011 by cwt8466 because: Just thought of the worst one!!
Originally posted by LargeFries
Originally posted by cwt8466
Here we go:
Veins in my arm, but just the blue ones. Thinking about the fact that the blood is "used"...bleh.
Being touched. I can shake hands (sometimes), my wife can touch me (obviously), but brush up against me or try and have physical contact with me, I recoil like I am on fire!
Tomatoes. The texture is waaay too flesh-like.
Even numbers. Everything has to have an odd number, i.e.: 3 icecubes, 1 scoop of ice cream, 5 pairs of shoes, etc.
The backside of a mirror.
The feel of a popsicle stick in my mouth *shudder*
I know there is more, but I'm pulling a blank right now...
~C!edit on 4-2-2011 by cwt8466 because: Just thought of the worst one!!
This I write with love: things you've shared herein are beyond one or two things that give you the creeps. I can relate. You are probably aware that you are dealing with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder traits, and you are also being self-victimized by Irrational Thought(s). Life is short, too short to put up with this. Please my friend, seek professional counseling. It is hard work; it does take time, and it is absolutely worth it. I am speaking from experience in my own life. There is nothing wrong with seeking some help. There are better tomorrows awaiting you, and I wish you the best on your journey.
Originally posted by hillyspic01
For me it's Styrofoam I don't know why but the way it feels and the noise it makes makes me shiver and want to throw up.
Originally posted by Hefficide
reply to post by Paulos
This song!!!
When I was a kid, maybe four or five years old, the local YMCA had a sleepover "camp" in New Hampshire, at a place then called "Mystery Hill", now called America's Stonehenge.
Long story short, the teenagers, who were our counselors, regaled us with tales of human sacrifice and ghosts, put us to bed, and promptly disappeared, in mass, leaving about fifty small children unattended all night.
To say we were a tad freaked out, clinging pillows, and wailing for our mommies doesn't sound macho, but it's what happened.
Somehow this song got caught up in all of that, in my memory and mind, and to this day, when I hear it, the sheer terror that I felt that night comes back for a little visit.
~Heff