I didn’t like this week’s Friday Five, so I’m trying out Weekly Wrap-Up: Weekly Wrap-Up #48 – Fears & Phobias:
1. What simple things scare you? Why?
Walking up a flight of stairs. I am convinced that I will trip and fall and knock my front teeth out. Every single time.
2. Do you have any phobias? If so, what?
I have two. One has become infamous: soured dairy products. Nothing freaks me out like milk that has passed its expiration date. It’s past a “gross-out” for me; I am truly afraid of it, like it will infect me or crawl out of the carton and become sentient or something. I am also extremely claustrophobic, but that’s not as weird.
3. What is your earliest memory of being afraid?
As a child of four, I had recurring nightmares about a creature I termed “the Growing Rabbit”. It was basically a seven-foot tall stuffed animal rabbit with no eyes. I would dream of being in my bedroom and listening to it walking slowly up the stairs as I cowered on the cold linoleum floor, awaiting its inevitable approach. I can still remember its evil silhouette in my doorway.
I wrote stories about it and its companion, the Growing Donkey. They never grew in my nightmares; they were already that big, but that’s how I named them.
4. What is the scariest movie you’ve ever seen? Why? Is it still scary to you now? Why or why not?
I thought “The Blair Witch Project” was pretty scary, but that’s because I purposely avoided any discussion of the movie before it came out. It’s not really scary anymore, knowing what I know about it.
5. What is the scariest nightmare you’ve ever had? What happened? Is it still scary to you? Why or why not?
There’s actually a tie for this one. The nightmare I’ve had the most frequently is that of the apocalypse, coming in many different forms, usually massive natural disasters, such as tornadoes or earthquakes. Of course I survive … and no one else does. Unimaginable.
The second one that has been occurring a lot lately is that of murdering someone. I don’t dream about the actual murder, but I dream of being reminded of hiding the body or being a fugitive. This truly disturbs me. I have no wish to murder anyone, and the paranoia and guilt in these nightmares is so extreme that I often wake up shaking and crying. I had another one of these last night.