Childhood Fears of the Unknown
 

Now, assuming most people here are adults or at least not really young children:

What kind of weird shit really scared you, in a "fear of the unknown" sense, when you were small? I mean really small. This can be something you imagined in your own mind, or something, like a spooky story or idea, that someone scared you with, or something that you saw or experienced that instilled within you a fear of the unknown.

In other words, I don't want to know about the dog that bit you that made you afraid of dogs for the rest of your life. I would prefer to know about the ghost that your cousin said lived in the basement, or about that window that always seemed creepy to look out of at night because you imagined that something was out there, et cetera.

I'll start. When I was a kid we had these hats hanging on the wall in my bedroom, straw hats, Disneyland hats, different things. One night at around ten o'clock, I was lying awake, having trouble sleeping, and in the darkness, I thought I saw one of the hats grow into an ugly, scowling, long face with big eyes.

I closed my eyes and tried to forget about it, because deep down I knew I was only imagining this. But after that, I never liked to look at that hat on the wall at night, because I was worried I would see that face again.

Now you! You, you!

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I've posted before that I've always been afraid of trains...Don't know exactly why it started, but I always had that weird dream that I was walking up a hill with and old man, then we get to the top and feel a train moving and hear it but don't see anything, then I turned around and the man is gone, and I'm all alone *tear* I think that mostly hadda do with a fear of loosing my great grandpa (who was raising me at the time) but he' slike 80 now and still kickin pretty good.
Also when I was about 5 or 6, the same time I was having these dreams, I was staying in this tiny lil town called Steele, MO. with my great grandparents. We lived in this tiny shack that was about 50 feet from the old tracks that haven't been in use since the 1940's. My grandma and I were sleeping in the back room, and were both awoken by a train going down these tracks...of course no one belived us...but I think that just pushed me over the top.

That story about the train tracks is pretty neat--there couldn't've been a train on those tracks, is that what you're saying? That's wild.

Marroe, that is really interesting because I have a similar disquiet about train tracks.

I used to live in a neighborhood about a crow's flight from an old, but still used, set of train tracks. They were rumored to be haunted.

My brother, being the sadistic mofo that he is, told me a story about a train porter being decapitated and his head throw onto one of those swinging lights. Apparently, on special nights one could see his head with his eyes glowing red, swinging back and forth on the light.

This very same neighborhood had an old cemetary at the top entrance. I spent summers there, amongst the dead....

Why??

Because I was morbid, and still am. I love ghost stories true and fictitious.

"Why?" he asks.

It's bloody Horror.com

What'd you think you'd find here?

hahahaha..Oh, lord! we have the exact same legend on some of ours! Call the story "red eyes"....so much for authenticity of it.

Nerds....

And i succeeded.:rolleyes:














Sorry, just messing with you a little, Haunted. I´m bored.;)

I always freaked when getting dressed and my collar was to small or something, i was affraid of getting caught in this evil shirt world or something.

When I was little (about 5) I lived in this house that a lady had died in. I would always have this dream that they buried her in the stove that was still in the house and that she now haunting us. So, I would always be afraid of the stove and the house. I would have terrible nightmares while I lived in that house and when we moved I was fine.