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This entry comes to you from the inspiration provided by cleolinda , who, aside from doing Movies in 15 Minutes and being generally fabulous, has a huuuuuge list of irational fears that many many people have commented on. So, being moi and possessing OMGsomany of those, I thought I'd do my own.

 

1) When you're alone, at night, on the computer and you have your speakers turned down in case any website starts blaring music and therefore you won't wake up the entire house and then you go on a website and it starts playing music but vair vair quietly so you don't really know if it is or it isn't and you sit and listen, alone, to this really quiet music that could, in theory, be playing you to death-by-creepy-unknown-stuff, and you can't figure out if it's speaker music, imaginary omg-you're-losing-your-mind music, or music-preceeding-your-death. Hate hate hate.

2) Spiders. Demons. Especially when you don't notice them until you see them fold their crappy thin demon legs to walk and then they scuttle the hell over to you/over you/near you and you're so paralysed that you can't scream or throw things at them or call for anyone to kill them or get the hell up and run away and all you can hear is your heartbeat thudding and you can feel it beating and all the time the demon spider is coming closer and closer and closer. *freaks the hell out* This ties in with my major major phobia of the things, which is bordering on the stupid - I can't sit on grass in the summer sometimes, in case there are grass spiders on it.

3) Things that just brush your skin. Like loose clothing, or people who just barely touch you, or loose hair. I assume they're spiders and then shriek like hell. Then people stare at you for screaming about nothing but it could be a spider that wants to KILL YOU. Likewise:

4) The paranoid fear that there's something in the bed with you. Like a spider (this happened to me. I was lying in bed, writing crap, and this spider OMGSPIDER crawled out from under my pillow and scuttled (so many legs!) across the book I was writing in. Words cannot describe the depth of my panic/freakout/breakdown). Hence, paranoid fear of bed!crawling!spiders. You can imagine that this particular fear is not helped by that evil statistic that we swallow spiders in our sleep, or they crawl over us or any of those things.

5) Ghosts. Let me clarify: I want to like them because of the mystical lurve for them, but I cannot deal. Seriously. I hate them in films, because they appear and generally have bits being creepy or whispery voices - living in an old house with the boiler near my bed, there are many whispery noises at night. Also, there was this night where I was lying in bed, innocently trying to sleep, when I heard one of my drawers open. I thought it was my mother, coming in without me having heard the door - this happens - but when I sat up to say hi, no one was there and OMGthe drawer was open. Then I lay back down, and then I heard all my other drawers open, like someone was looking for something, and I have a desk right next to my bed, WITH DRAWERS, and I was so petrified that they would open and whatever the hell it was would be right next to me. In the morning, all the drawers were open with the stuff hanging out of them and I am not kidding, or lying, or anything. Terror beyond words, people.

This needs to be finished later, or I won't be able to tape Lost. Or sleep.