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Ok so we have all seen/done something that scared the crap out of you, and then you laugh at yourself for thinking your chair was a demon from the 6th level of hell. Well this morning I think I topped my all time WTF moment. The alarm went off and laying there waiting for my brain to kick in, I must of had an itch on my eye, so I reach up and start itching, only to open to my eyes and see this MASSIVE BLOB! about to attack my face. I did the little jolt of shock that you do, only to realize......it was my hand. I couldnt help but laugh, and my wife, seeing the whole thing, couldnt help but look at me with concern

What about everyone else?

*whistles while walking on by*

Oh look, an innocent looking thread by KingCracker. I guess I'll look inside.

*clicks open thread*



*pant pant pant*

Sweet lord above and below and maybe to the sides of me!

This thread scared me.

I'll have to start passing these out to others who come this way:

Damn you should of gave me that kitten before this morning
It would of attacked the hand blob of death for sure

KingCracker wrote:Damn you should of gave me that kitten before this morning
It would of attacked the hand blob of death for sure

You could also have your hand removed. Of course, we all know what happens with hand removal:

My mind has just been blown...... I now have something in common with Bruce Cambel!!

I'm jut laughing at the image in my head of you doing a high-pitched Homer Simpson scream at your hand!

KC: 'AAARGH! WHAT THE feth IS THAT??'

Mrs. KC looks up from morning paper.

*sigh*

'It's your hand, jackass.'

My brother changed the theme of his PS3 to the 8-bit Megaman thing. Whenever he moves the cursor thing it makes a noise akin to the Robot Selection screen in the 8-bit games. What makes me jump all the time is that the noise was edited to be louder and sharper and I never know when it's coming because the console is so silent when it's switched on.

I also had a fear two years ago that a Gorilla would teleport into my bathroom after watching some weird show on the SciFi channel or something like that.

Albatross wrote:I'm jut laughing at the image in my head of you doing a high-pitched Homer Simpson scream at your hand!

KC: 'AAARGH! WHAT THE feth IS THAT??'

Mrs. KC looks up from morning paper.

*sigh*

'It's your hand, jackass.'

That was pretty much it really Im sure your head image is close enough anyways

Those fething "glade" air fresheners, you walk into my dorm room close the door and then *DEMONIC NOISE* as it scents the air with a putrid smell.

Daylight saving time scared me once.
I work at night. One day I woke up at 5 and it was dark outside. I sprang out of bed horrified that I had overslept.
Turned out to be 5 pm and not 5am. Whew.

I once woke up and had convinced myself that one of these was waiting at the foot of my bed to eat me. It took me 15 minutes to realize it was my sleeping cat.

When I was around 5 years old or so, my mother was cleaning the house.

For some reason she draped a bed sheet over the vacuum cleaner and left it in the hallway. I came around the corner and was confronted with what I perceived to be an actual ghost.

I was pretty well terrified.

I would win every single thread about stupid fears.

1. I freak out, even cry when I see animal trophies hung up on the walls. If it is a buffalo, or camel, make it x2.

2. Small, small stupid things that are shown on tv. Beyond Belief: fact or fiction usually has things that freak me out i.e the one with the make-up, and the sleep walking one.

3. Gak freaking Screamers. I would be up all night when I first saw them. Not so bad now, but ehh.

4. This is actually really stupid. I was afraid that bigfoot would smash his arm through my window, tear me from my bed, and the perhaps scariest part: I don't know what he will do with me. I assume he will kill me ?

5. 2/10 now, but Chucky. This fear is practically dead though.

6. Talking to people! I am scared and very nervous of talking to another person, making me a rather shy person.

A Black Ram wrote:1. I freak out, even cry when I see animal trophies hung up on the walls. If it is a buffalo, or camel, make it x2.

You must have hated this moose.

A Black Ram wrote:4. This is actually really stupid. I was afraid that bigfoot would smash his arm through my window, tear me from my bed, and the perhaps scariest part: I don't know what he will do with me. I assume he will kill me ?

You'd better hope that's all he wants.

Monster Rain wrote:
You must have hated this moose.

What moose?

A Black Ram wrote:

Monster Rain wrote:
You must have hated this moose.

What moose?

It's a very funny scene from a movie called Arthur.

He's supposed to be talking to his future father-in-law about something, but he won't shut up about the giant stuffed moose head.

"Where's the rest of this moose?"

Monster Rain wrote:

A Black Ram wrote:

Monster Rain wrote:
You must have hated this moose.

What moose?

It's a very funny scene from a movie called Arthur.

He's supposed to be talking to his future father-in-law about something, but he won't shut up about the giant stuffed moose head.

"Where's the rest of this moose?"

Thank you for telling me a movie I should NOT see.

Once, me and my dad were outside sitting on the porch at night and we saw a black shape in the back yard, we were convinced that it was a racoon, but it wasn't moving so after like 15 minutes of staring at it we slowly went up to it, and my mind was racing, and my mind eventually settled on the fact that it was a warp beast feasting on a cat...

It was a fallen weathervain.

I used to think that our spare bedroom was haunted. Every time I was forced to go into it to get something by my screeching harridan of a mother, that night I would have a dream that I was trapped in my coffin at my funeral, and that all of the people who had come to my funeral started gradually turning into rotting corpses. I found out later that my sister had spent a year in that room, in a full body cast in constant pain with not nearly enough pain meds when I was five and I blocked out all memories of that time. Once I got over that, I found that my fear of death is completely gone. I've had guns pointed at me and not once has it fazed me. However, I still jumped like a rabbit at the scene in Paranormal Activity 2 when all of the kitchen cabinet doors slammed open at the same time.

Well, I accidently proved the existance of monsters to myself when I was littler.

My mom wouldn't let me have these Cinnamon Rolls I wanted, so I took them and hid them under my bed. I also forgot about them. So later that night, I'm lying in my bed (this was when I was about 10) and all the sudden I hear this crunching, gurgling, snorting sound coming from under my bed. Being a little kid, and not wanting the "monster" to realize I was awake, I didn't say anything. This went on for while, but eventually, the "monster" got up and left.

That morning, I woke up and found the Cinnamon Roll's paper holder completely shredded, and one seriously hyper active dog.

A Black Ram wrote:I would win every single thread about stupid fears.

1. I freak out, even cry when I see animal trophies hung up on the walls. If it is a buffalo, or camel, make it x2.

The bar I go to has a Buffalo head on the wall in the back. His name was Brutus. He belonged to a friend of mine until some rival younger males challenged him for breeding rights and he got very onery and started to tear the farm apart. In the end, he had to be put down. But every part of him went to good use. His hide was big enough to be made into two coats, his head is now a decoration and he made some of the best chilli you ever ate.

Moral: Sometimes there's a story behind some of those heads ion the wall. But more often there's just a hole in the wall and the critter is just staying very still until you get close enough for it to pounce.

I remember once I went into a museum and on the top floor they had a room (with the lights dimmed) full of animal trophies or just stuffed. I went up there alone, it was quiet and all the lights were dimmed and I was in a room of dead animals.

Freaked me the hell out.

I don't like looking in the mirror when it's dark. Just a weird thing I have.

Are you sure its just in the dark and not at any point and time^^^^

The dumbest thing that scared me was a B-movie...

When I was about 5-6, I watched "Lobster Man From Mars"... I bawled so badly, and I had nightmares for a week.


I'm pretty sure that if I ever saw it again, I would laugh at how terrible it actually was...

The film Labyrinth when I was young. Mainly David Bowie and his extremely tight trousers.

Albatross wrote:I don't like looking in the mirror when it's dark. Just a weird thing I have.

I get that way myself from time to time...mostly due to the old "Bloody Mary" legend.

whatwhat wrote:The film Labyrinth when I was young. Mainly David Bowie and his extremely tight trousers.

That Finger Well with the Helping Hands was ghastly scary for me as a kid.





Davie Bowie...he was just another fairy in that movie.

WarOne wrote:

whatwhat wrote:The film Labyrinth when I was young. Mainly David Bowie and his extremely tight trousers.

That Finger Well with the Helping Hands was ghastly scary for me as a kid.





Davie Bowie...he was just another fairy in that movie.

SHE CHOSE DOWN?!?!? SHE CHOSE DOWN!! *laughs*

That movie is epic...... but I agree that David Bowie is a little freaky.

Once I woke in the middle of the night hearing some really scary scratching sounds. Im talking it was almost Freddy Kruger scratching. So I was literally freaked out. So I was sneaking like a ninja turning on lights and doing the HA! when I turned the lights on. Nothing.....then the super scratching sounds AGAIN! Even more scared now, I could tell it was coming from my wash room with the furnace/washer/dryer you know a mud room or something. And that room is a bit creepy anyways because its small, and the attic access is in there and its just spooky to me. Still hearing it I just KNEW there was some sort of demon worm in there........ LIGHTS! HAAAA!!!!! Nothing......................................... Then I hear it like right above my head, I dropped in a panic like a scared little girl literally flailing my arms. Only to find out there was an air pipe to my furnace above me, and somehow a bird shimmied down into it and was trying to get out. I felt like such a sissy......and the worst part is, it was a tiny little bird when I pulled it out

EmilCrane wrote:I remember once I went into a museum and on the top floor they had a room (with the lights dimmed) full of animal trophies or just stuffed. I went up there alone, it was quiet and all the lights were dimmed and I was in a room of dead animals.

Freaked me the hell out.

That would probably be the scariest thing for me in the entire universe. I can't even watch youtube videos of galleries of those trophies, like a cabella's gallery or something without getting to scared to watch it in full screen, and sometimes when it's small. I think we all know those heads are up to something. Especially the camel ones. It sounds funny, and not that bad, but the camel heads I saw were in a long hallway full of them left and right above you. They had the entire neck attached to them, and their mouths were nearly all open. I cried and cried when first saw it, and never again will I go there. :(