Saturday, January 2, 2010

A Little Terror Will Help You Grow Up Big and Strong

As a child we are frightened by creepy clowns and the evil hiding under our beds or the bogeymen inhabiting our closets. Our threshold for terror lies in the innocence of childhood. From walking home in the dark after a vampire film festival to getting lost at the shopping mall, dread dwells in the unexpected as we climb the scaffolds of our mind to the noose of terror that awaits us.

What's your fondest childhood fear?

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  1. My Fondest Childhood fear is the dark and deep blue waters. Every time I look trough my goggles in the swimming pool or in the blue ocean. As I look toward the dark side or trying to look to the other side of the swimming pool. It always remind me of a killer fish that would want to eat me, for example a great white, hammer head and a huge ancient fish that would make a scene. When I imagine them coming toward me, I would be so scared and just swim so fast in freestyle trying to go to the nearest land. And that was my fondest childhood fear.

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  2. One of my fondest childhood (and current) fear is that a stranger is watching me in the dark shadows of the night. Whenever I was home by myself late at night I would turn on all the lights in the house and lock all the doors in attempt to keep the stranger away. My mind would always be on alert as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep at night. Even to this day I frequently catch myself looking behind me as I walk down the hallway to another room. I would never know the intentions of the stranger if I were to ever catch him wandering in my house, or how I would react to his presence. I guess it's for that reason I still fear the non-existent stranger that lurks about my window late at night.

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  3. I've had multiple ridiculous phobias since I was little. I feared the toilet because I thought something would pop up and get me. I feared the pool because I was terrified some sort of aquatic carnivore had gotten in while no one was looking. But nothing scared me more than my father's snoring. When I was little I would sleep in my parents room on a sleeping bag at the foot of their bed. Every once in awhile I would wake up to the strangest sound. It was a raspy inhaling followed by a hard hiss. I trembled beneath my blankets as my imagination decided what this sound was. It was the warning that the king of gremlins was on his way. In my mind the king would come around the corner with two or three of his "children" and stand there observing the inhabitants of the room. As I grew up I grew bolder and decided to discover where the noise was coming from. As soon as I found out my dad had a funny way of snoring, all I could do that night was laugh.

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  4. We have just moved to a third house. It was an old house that a lot of old tale was told. Every night before i sleep i always have a flashlight with me to keep, because i have noticed below the house, underneath the floors there are a lot of spiders and web. After my mother switch off the lights i hold on my flashlights and scan the room for life. Then one night as i wake up after a dream i switch on my flashlight and i saw a big fat spider with hairs slowly crawling on the ceiling near the corner of the wall and then all of a sudden a cockroach pop out from the old crack of the wooden wall. The spider jumped and grab the cockroach, holding it and walk so slowly going down to the floor. Then it vanished to the dimly lit floor away from our bedroom. From that time on, every night before i sleep i waited for that hairy spider but it never come. It haunts me, if it will climb up on my bed. But as soon as we transfered to a new house again, my night crawling phobia was over.

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  5. As a child I remember always having a fear of being left behind. At a mall, grocery store, home, school, anywhere you name it, I was afraid to be alone. One day my mom was supposed to drop me off at my cousin's house but she couldn't because she was busy at work, so she had one of her good friends drop me off for her. When I arrived at my cousins house there were no cars outside, and I could tell nobody was at home because I knew they didn’t park their cars in the garage. I got out the car and shut the door, and as soon as the door shut my mom’s friend drove off. So I went up to the door and knocked, five minutes later still no answer. I knew my dad lived a few blocks away but I was unsure exactly how to get to his house from where I was at. I had to stop and think; I’m 8 years old, no cell phone, and in a neighborhood where I only know two streets that were a few blocks apart. So I started to walk, and I walked and walked and walked until I was completely lost and started crying. And it wasn’t until I got on a main street that my God-Sisters-Step-Dad saw me. He called my name and I looked and started crying even harder I was happy. I thought I was going to be lost forever and no one would find me. He asked me what I was doing walking alone and I told him the story. He called my Dad, and my dad came to pick me up. And I went home and cried until I went to sleep. Now as a driver myself, anytime I drop someone off, it doesn’t matter how old they are, I always make sure that the person is inside the house or building before I leave, because I would hate for someone to go through what I went through that day.

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  6. As a child my fear was monsters. I would always feel like they were under my bed or in my closet and often i would hear little noises and wake up and have my dad check the room. he was like my hero and my protecter. ive always slept with a night light til this day i still do and im not ashamed because all those years when i was younger it scared me to death thinking that something would come out and get me. even at 19 years old i still hear things and get paranoid that someones in the house or in my room its a thing that has stuck with me for so long .
    -Shayla McDaniel

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  7. My Fondest childhood fear has to be fearing the dark. When i was a kid after the first horror movie i ever watched it gave me this great fear of the dark, now i am not sure what the name of the movie was but it had to do with something coming out the dark. So after that i would have this fear of the dark. I would always want some sort of light on in my room when i slept. Because that was the time i felt most vulnerable to the darkness and the monsters in it.
    Michael Salaverria
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  8. when i was little i use to be scared of scary movies i would be scared to go to sleep at night but now i enjoy them.

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  9. When i was younger i use to watch myself and one day i came home and someone had broke in. I ran next door and had them call the COPS. When the police came and searched the house and found a homeless man in my room.
    by Donald Alexius

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  10. As a child I was not always as afraid of the dark as I was before my brothers made any darkness seem worse than it really was. As I was growing up it was mostly my younger, older brother who would do most of the scaring. He would hide somewhere in one of the rooms of my parents house with the lights off. I would run to try to make it to the light switch but he would see me before I got there. Doing so, he usually jumps down, screams or makes some weird noise that would scare me and make me give up reaching the light switch. He would even scare me in my sleep. While I was fast asleep he would whisper my name outside my door. This would wake me up and terrify me until the morning. In the morning I would get out of bed only to have my brother grab my ankles from under the bed. This is why even today I do not like being in the dark.
    -Jessica Thompson

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  11. When i was young i had one main fear, it was walking home in the pitch black darkness. My mind would always assume something bad would happen even though i knew i would be okay. I had to walk from my grandmas to my moms house every night to get home. It wasnt a long walk, 3 or 4 miles at most. I would walk faster when there was no street lights, and i would feel ok whenever i reached the next light. i remember when i got to my front yard i would sprint up the front yard and slam the door as soon as i got in, makin sure everybody at home heard the door slam. Today, i out grew my fear and am not afraid of the dark anymore, but as a kid ur imagination takes over.
    - by Adam Dosier

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  12. My Fondest childhood fear was that i was scared to go to haunted houses, and i was scared of monsters.
    Haunted houses and monsters scared me because when i was in the haunted houses, everything that scared me were monsters, weird people, and some things that was tickling me like ghosts.

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  13. My childhood fear involved someone kidnapping me. All through jr. high I would walk around in my neighborhood, or walk home from school, and I always imagined someone snatching me into a van, and becoming one of those milk carton kids, like in the movie "The Milk Carton Kid"

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  14. When I was young, my school had a one very creepy bathroom with dim lights and one of the girls I knew loved to tell stories about Bloody Mary. I don't remember too much about it, but the rumor was to spin around the mirror and chant her name or something and she would appear, but with the dim lights and such I got so scared of being alone, even in my own bathroom.

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  15. my fondest childhood fear was getting drowned. my biggest fear was water despite of countless efforts i could not learn how to swim. looking at the depth pf the water would make me feel fearful and frightened. My older sister tried alot to help me overcome my fear with water but I could never get rid of this fear. Even now that I have grown up i still have the fear of jumping into the water. Hopefuly
    some day i overcome my fear of water an learn how to swim and be friendly with water.

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  16. Oddly enough my childhood fear just so happen to be a clown. But not just any clown, i was afraid of the clown that liked to pop up put of storm drains and devour any unfortunate child it happened to lure. I was tricked into watching the Movie adaptation of Stephen KIng's IT when i was ten. Ever since then I was terrified to go into the bathroom alone, or at all. I was positive the second i let my guard down the carnivorous Pennywise the Dancing clown would crawl out of the drain, eat me, and disappear before i could utter a single scream. And nobody would know what happened to me.

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  17. My fondest childhood fear was falling. I would be too scared to swing on monkey bars, climb up slides, and even sit on the swings. Even in my dreams I would fall into what seemed like a never-ending darkness. I still have this fear but it's only about heights that I am pretty sure I won't live if I were to fall.

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  18. What is fear? Is it something of our own creation? Or an imagination gone wild? How about both; we fear what is unknown or what we have yet to experience. So what was my biggest fear as a little girl? I was scared of being alone; my family is always around me. So as a child I was always scared that they would leave me alone, and forget about me. I was not scared of he dark or the boogie-man, my biggest fear is being alone, being deserted, or not being loved. I may still have his fear, but at least I know I am loved.

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  19. As a child I had a few fears. I have to start with agreeing with the fact that A Little Terror Will Help You Grow Up Big and Strong. I did not fear many things, because as long as I can remember I was watching those creeping movies about the clowns and scary creatures. Only the scariest of these movies actually frightened me, but all others just became mystery movies in my mind. I do always remember being scared of clowns. If I ever saw a clown I immediately became distressed and worried. My heart would race and I would search for my mother to take me away. Now, I still hate clowns but I have overcome my fear. Overcoming that one fear has made me from now on scared of very few things. All the fright I went through as a young child definitely made into a stronger adult. I once was scared of the Candyman or Bogeyman snatching me from the side of my bed while I was sleeping. What happened is I watched the same scariest movies enough times to realize how unrealistic they were. And now my parents leave me home alone sometimes and I enjoy the open house for days, while a frightened thought never crosses my mind. Maybe going through all these terrors at such a young age has only made me too strong in moments that I should be scared or weary.

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