Dumb Things That Scare/Frighten You - Dumb shit that someone your age shouldn't be afraid of.

[GS 281]

Highway reststops at 3AM populated by truckers in rural areas

 

[bearycool]

Highway reststops at 3AM populated by truckers in rural areas

Sounds like a gay old time to me!

 

[RI 360]

I'm not an anxious person but for some reason just the thought of going to the craft store Micheal's fills me with a sense of impending doom. The lack of organization of the store makes it a time sink, the pungent odor of various potpourri are inescapable and half of the people that shop there seem like they need to get punched in the face at least once in life.

 

[RADICALGOBLIN]

I have a fear of ominous music. Like not just spoopy shit, like, if im alone somewhere and i hear some weird ass fucking shit like drum and bass or church choir outside i get a bit anxious.

 

[GS 281]

Sounds like a gay old time to me!

So you wanna get spitroasted by a group of trucker daddies, eh?

They come in and stand at the urinal too long, one is in the handicapped stall. You wander in to wash your hands because twink faggots are neat freaks, and one turns around to face you. He's got a salt and pepper porn stash and an old trucker cap that says Penske on it. Youlook down andhes got his hard meat in his hand, starring right at you. Depending on the length of the pubes, that cock could be 5-8 inches, but you don't care, you just know that Daddy's ready.

The guy at the other urinal sees the stroking and hears you slowly shuffling towards and turns around. He's got long black hair, kinda balding with chris-chan style pedoglasses. As you drop to your knees to service daddy, he turns and begins flipping his flaccid sausage to the point where it is a nice, healthy chub. He smooths his foreskin over his shaft as he climbs behind you and you accomodate Daddy's meat in your throat.

The guy in the stall rises and watches over the door as you begin to get pounded and hide the meat behind your ear and swallow the evidence. As this happens, the troll behind the door strokes himself. They continue to have their way with you until using your faggot body leads to climax. They both cover you with their man milk and leave you limp on the filthy bathroom floor, your twink body and neat clothes soiled by their trucker filth. The troll emerges from his stall and completes over your limp body, zipping up and walking out.

That doesn't scare you?

 

[bearycool]

So you wanna get spitroasted by a group of trucker daddies, eh?

They come in and stand at the urinal too long, one is in the handicapped stall. You wander in to wash your hands because twink faggots are neat freaks, and one turns around to face you. He's got a salt and pepper porn stash and an old trucker cap that says Penske on it. Youlook down andhes got his hard meat in his hand, starring right at you. Depending on the length of the pubes, that cock could be 5-8 inches, but you don't care, you just know that Daddy's ready.

The guy at the other urinal sees the stroking and hears you slowly shuffling towards and turns around. He's got long black hair, kinda balding with chris-chan style pedoglasses. As you drop to your knees to service daddy, he turns and begins flipping his flaccid sausage to the point where it is a nice, healthy chub. He smooths his foreskin over his shaft as he climbs behind you and you accomodate Daddy's meat in your throat.

The guy in the stall rises and watches over the door as you begin to get pounded and hide the meat behind your ear and swallow the evidence. As this happens, the troll behind the door strokes himself. They continue to have their way with you until using your faggot body leads to climax. They both cover you with their man milk and leave you limp on the filthy bathroom floor, your twink body and neat clothes soiled by their trucker filth. The troll emerges from his stall and completes over your limp body, zipping up and walking out.

That doesn't scare you?

Eh sounds like my normal day to day life

 

[Lurkette]

being hala'd, because this is my only true home

ticking clocks. like, if it's just the clock ticking and no other sound. possibly linked to my fear of long, dark hallways. the art museum in town sometimes has exhibits, usually something audio/video, that take up an entire room. when you enter the room there's a little winding path lined with long, black sheets, i guess to keep the outside light from interferring with anything. one exhibit was a completely dark room with three projections on the walls, each of one person sleeping in real time while a clock ticked on. it envoked a sense of time slipping slowly away and scared the shit out of little lurkette. to this day i will not go into those exhibit rooms.


ending up a stay at home mom. i have too much potential to waste on little snot goblins thanks.

 

[cypocryphy]

The eternal non-existence after death.

 

[Sailor Failure]

Peanut butter.

When I was a kid I had a deathly allergic reaction to peanut butter. My parents really emphasized the death factor because I was a dumb fat kid who'd eat any sweet available and they didn't want someone giving me a peanut butter cookie and accidentally killing me. My allergy isn't nearly as bad now, but I still get really nervous and edgy if I'm near it or if my friend insists on eating it in front of me.

Also erratically flickering lights give me the creeps, but that's not nearly as dumb.

 

[Varg Did Nothing Wrong]

Mirrors, particularly when it's dark and/or I'm alone in the house. I always have this weird fear that I will see something/someone behind me that I shouldn't be seeing.

The dark to a degree creeps me out a bit. Just a bit though.

I used to have a really active imagination as a kid and it would drive me nuts sometimes the insane shit I would come up with. Seeing faces and shit in the patterns on my pillow at night, etc.

 

[SpessCaptain]

I'm overtly imaginative, I hate scary movies because then they become one of the million scary shit I dream up or think about.
I hate looking outside windows at night because I am afraid someone is looking in...

 

[HG 400]

Muslims.

 

[Mein_Shao]

Groups of people who want to commit genocide against most of the world

Muslims.

for instance

 

[lolwut]

I met a girl a while back that was kinda into me who one day just totally nonchalantly brought up that she was epileptic or something and that all sorts of random shit would cause her to have seizures. She said they weren't a big deal, but I've been paranoid ever since that one of these days I'm going to be in bed with some chick and she's just gonna seize up and freak me the fuck out.

Also, the giant free mason lodge behind my house is kinda weird. I don't know if it's the fact that all of them only seem to bring one vehicle when they have their meetings, the octagonal room with a bunch of locked doors behind curtains and swords on the walls, or the inverted light-up pentagram hanging in the lobby window that does it, but those fuckers creep me out.

 

[Magnum Dong]

Moths and ladybugs/similar beetles.

My first childhood home used to attract a lot of moths during the summertime, and I swear the fuckers gravitated toward my mouth, because every so often I'd wake up to fuzzy wings fluttering on my lips. It freaked the hell outta me. I was constantly afraid I'd swallow one.

The ladybug fear stems from an incident in that same home. One spring afternoon, my parents discovered ladybugs infested their bedroom. Three of the walls, covered in ladybugs, from the ceiling to 3/4 of the way down to the floor. I forgot all about it until I went to college and found out a species of them infests the campus for a few weeks each fall. I was traumatized.

 

[Mein_Shao]

On the subject of bugs, I used to be afraid of butterflies landing on me when I was a kid. I thought that they'd mistake me for a flower and drink my blood because they thought it was nectar.

 

[DumbDosh]

Being or walking in big crowds, mostly because of all the times in highschool or college where people were idiots about walking and would stand in the middle of hallways talking or just not get proper etiquette about how to not be an asshole when multiple people are walking alongside you, it doesn't so much as frighten me but makes me anxious and puts a bit of a pit in my stomach.

Whenever a kid I don't know walks up to me somewhere in public and the parent is nowhere in goddamn sight. I just want to generally avoid having to deal with random children, but I really don't want to deal with a parent who is dumb enough to let their kid completely out of their sight. I just don't want to end up like Mads Mikkelsen in The Hunt.

 

[GS 281]

Being or walking in big crowds, mostly because of all the times in highschool or college where people were idiots about walking and would stand in the middle of hallways talking or just not get proper etiquette about how to not be an asshole when multiple people are walking alongside you, it doesn't so much as frighten me but makes me anxious and puts a bit of a pit in my stomach.

Whenever a kid I don't know walks up to me somewhere in public and the parent is nowhere in goddamn sight. I just want to generally avoid having to deal with random children, but I really don't want to deal with a parent who is dumb enough to let their kid completely out of their sight. I just don't want to end up like Mads Mikkelsen in The Hunt.

The high school I went to had one main hallway that would always be jam packed full of people. Like everyone was packed together like bodies touching. It was always a good opportunity to cop a feel. One day I was totally doing it on this chick's ass and they turned when a frend called them and it was a dude. Ever since then I have had an insatiable thirst for trannies.

 

[drain]

I have a fear of ominous music. Like not just spoopy shit, like, if im alone somewhere and i hear some weird ass fucking shit like drum and bass or church choir outside i get a bit anxious.

Dude, you should hear Revolution Number 9 by The Beatles. I tried listening to it on maximum volume with my headphone in a completely dark room. Most surreal feeling, seriously.

As for me, fucking praying mantis, man I really hate those green little aliens.
And diseases, cancer in special.

 

[Varg Did Nothing Wrong]

I have a fear of ominous music. Like not just spoopy shit, like, if im alone somewhere and i hear some weird ass fucking shit like drum and bass or church choir outside i get a bit anxious.

Lustmord and Sunn O))) are waiting for you.