What Scares You?

One would think that as they become an adult, childhood fears would vanish. Oh no! Not for this girl! The boogie man still lives in my house along with all it's creepy cousins lurking in the corners and shadows. Maybe I need to quit watching scary movies and stop reading about supernatural beings? NOT. I love that thrill of being scared stupid or laugh at the crazy things they throw at you in the entertainment industry. These types of things have not given me nightmares in years. It's in between my movie marathons that I have nightmares of the things that really do scare me. Strange? My husband thinks so too. He actually banned me from watching and reading creepy stuff for a while, believing that was the cause of my fears. That is the time period when I had the most nightmares. Oops, starting to change the subject. Here are my fears:

The Dark

Not a fan of it. At least in a house. I have absolutely no problem taking my dog for a midnight walk. Most of the time. Add some wind and I'm headed back home in a less than lady like fashion. If I start thinking about that branch ahead, the same result occurs. At home, I still sleep with a light on occasionally. Having a bad dream following me to the real world is not my idea of fun.

The Thing Under The Bed

I wish it would just die already. No matter how much crap I shove under my bed, it still finds a crack to reach out through. I cannot handle having my feet or hands hanging off the edge of the bed. I did once. My soul almost left my body when my cat rubbed against my hand. I really hope it was the cat.

The Boogie Man & Company

He lingers in my closet. I actually leave the doors open so he doesn't do it for me. The downfall? His friends and family hang out in the doorway, on the dresser and wherever else they feel like being. It wouldn't be so bad if they would quit with the staring. But, if they actually did something else, that soul thing would happen.

Clowns

My fear doesn't come from the movies or circus or anything that simple. Growing up, I shared a bed with my little sister. Sometimes, when I would wake up in the middle of the night, she would be facing me. The moonlight and my bad eyes would play this horrible trick on me and make her look like a clown with an evil grin. I swear that face would just stare at me with thoughts of wrong doing. I didn't want to be it's late night snack. Strangely, Killer Klowns From Outer Space  is a favorite movie of mine.  

Dolls/Dummies

Let's be honest. Who isn't creeped out by these things. Especially if it has those unnatural mechanical eyes. My grandma had one of those dolls (used to be my mom's) for us to play with. One of the eyes always stuck and would just pop open whenever it felt it would be a good time to make me cry. I really did not like that doll. I believe the feeling was mutual.

My Cat

Sadi (aka Frankencat/Satan) is my tormentor. Maybe it's his revenge for giving him a female name (What? I was told he was a she) or because he's a black cat or because he can. My guess? All the above plus a few reasons I can't even fathom. His favorite tactic is to sit at the far end of the room and just stare. When I look away and look back, he is a bit closer and still staring. It's as if he never moved. He repeats this until he is at my feet, staring at me. It makes my hair stand on end because I never see him move. Jerk. What the heck is up with all the staring?! Arrrg! His best scare? I was watching a scary movie. In the dark. By myself. Right after a particularly scary part, I happened to turn around and look at the big window I was sitting in front of. What did I see? A pair of glowing eyes staring at me from the middle of the window. I believe this time, my soul did leave my body for a moment. It was my dear sweet kitty whom I forgot was outside. This is only a sample of his antics. He never tries to do things to my husband. Just me.

Yes, I have childish fears. I will be an old lady beating down the shadows with my cane.