I was afraid of cartoon wolves. The ones that wore clothes and walked up right. That gave me nightmares for about 10 years. I finaly figured out it was from an episode of a 70s catonn called 'The Space Sentinels'. A normal wolf got hit by radiation and (naturaly) grew intelligent and walked up right.
I used to have bizarre dreams. There were these two chairs in our living room, and I once dreamed that one of the chairs sawed my leg off. There also was a 3 legged lamp in the back of the house that I always had a fear of in the dark. Much later in life, I inherited that lamp and still had an anxiety when I saw it in the dark. Recently, I threw the lamp out and am now no longer feeling any anxiety about a dark room.
Being the inquisitive mind that I am, I have often wondered about that furniture. Anxiety is an undefineable fear. There may have been some event(s) in my childhood where I saw that furniture during the event....but if so, the event is obviously repressed.
I slept in the basement with my little brother. The door to the boiler room was always very dark.
Also this movie scared the crap out of me when I was 15.
I won the tickets on a radio show, lol. I was always scared there was something under my bed after that. At the end of the movie the killer gets wrapped up in canvas and rope, and gets pushed out of the train of a bridge in the water. I think it was 2 days later a dead body wrapped in canvas and rope washed up on the shore of little neck bay next to my house.
Now what scares me is worrying about my young ones, and everytime I walk out of the house at night, I have to do a bear check, (look both ways) and a racoon check.
With me it was more a case of what wasn't I afraid of. I remember when I was about 3 my dad got me a wind up hillbilly. He only wound it up once. It scared my feet out of my socks and I cried for ages.
At around the same age we went on holiday to a Scottish island called Gigha (or something like that) and in our cottage, upstairs, behind a weird little curtain, was a pipe. That's right: I was scared of a piece of plumbing. I think it was the curtain that did it - somehow it was like it was hiding. Whenever my parents want to remind me I'm a weirdo they bring this up.
When I was a bit older I found out about vampires. These were the bane of my life until my teens. When I was about eight it seemed as though every nightmare was about my friends and family being "turned". I also developed an unhealthy idea that one of my parents siamese cats was a vampire, and so I was always rather careful around him. Also I used to mentally draw lines out from my parents copy of Dracula on the shelf (vertically, horizontally and in-and-outally) and when I was going around the house by myself I used to duck, jump and sidestep so that I wouldn't cross any of the lines, and presumably, wake the beast.
I was really afraid of the dark, because I had got a ghost book when I was about eight, which had this very specific photo (probably quite famous in ghost hunting circles, and probably also a fake I realise now) of a hideous looking monk ghost in a church. I was always afraid I was going to meet him in the dark.
Also when I was a kid my room seemed to creak and ping so much that I was convinced there was something malevolent creeping around to get me. I used to picture this thing with a face the size of a dinner plate and a huge sausage smile. Eww. I don't think it ever did though, thankfully.
Also deep water, though that's something I've only started noticing in the last ten years.
Ah, that's better. Thanks for letting me get it off my chest.
There was this witch-like woman in a swamp, in the movie 'Legend'. I still haven't recovered from her. ;)
Also, my aunt had this witch magnet on her fridge, and when I slept over in the summer, I would have bad dreams about it coming alive.
A lot of our fears are caused by suggestion. I heard that 250 people at a train station, thought there was something going around that made people faint. They all fainted, but later found out that there was not something going around that made people faint.
Good topic Brad.
This message has been edited by Deerstalker, 04-06-2006 10:19 AM
What did you fear that you may or may not be afraid of any longer?
My father. He was half-insane and unpredictably violent.
His notion of a mild rebuke was a hard slap to the head; if you cried, he would whip you with a razor strop to "give you something to cry about." He countered defiance with fists. Dangling in the air by one hand while being beaten is one of my earliest memories. He could never understand why he couldn't beat me into submission; I could never understand why he kept trying.
I went from terror to the caution one takes around a rattlesnake once I was too big to beat.
Now he's dead, and I'm not afraid at all. I also know much more about what made him what he was, and I no longer hate him.
Wow, Omnivorous. My condolences. I can't even begin to imagine, so I simply won't.
I did have a few fears as a child, and one still itches. The first came from watching the movie IT, based on Stephen King's novel. I just remember feeling completely paralyzed and helpless while watching that movie; just like some children were when they looked at the light of his eyes, and followed him into a sewer or around a dark corner.
The second fear is the same as Brenna's, and it still "itches", which basically means it's there but I can manage it; and that's swimming in deep water. My head is above water, my eyes scan, but underwater are nebulous shapes with no sound. My body feels vulnerable; we are slow in water, cannot breath in it, and on and on. Again, it's the vulnerability that is attached to me while in the deep.
Good topic. I'll get off the sofa now. How much do I owe you?
It does a bit... I should really have offered a bit more explanation. It was about 6 inches tall, plastic but wearing felt clothes. Dungarees. It was a gnomish looking man with a little cigar in its mouth, a crazy smile and closed eyes. When you wound him up a little wobble mechanism in his feet made it shuffle along while making a shrill "unwinding" sound.
I can't say that it causes me sleepless nights but at the time I had never seen anything quite so repulsive. Which, I suppose, goes some way to demonstrating what a great early childhood I had!