there was a bloke in indonesia called "tree man", who looked like he was covered in bark
here's the link, I'm not going to watch it: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQnj44Lj0jQ
the weird thing is that I saw it a few times and had no reaction, but now it sends shivers everytime I look at it. It seems quite a physical thing, I think I imagine myself in his shoes, and it's that projection that gives me the heebeejeebees. If I had hackles they'd be raised.
I've never had a fear about anything else, apart from finding myself in a job where I have to do some actual work on a regular basis
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Fri 12 Sep 2014, 2:34, Reply)

4 legged creatures mainly dogs
I have been and think I always will be terrified of dogs.

Imagine the scene, you are 13 years old and it's the first evening of the first day of the school summer holidays. My best friend called Chris who more recently started going by the name of 'the body of Christ' as he was a total amphetamine freak and would take his 'whizz' as if it was him taking holy communion and have his dealer place it in his mouth like the 'body of christ'...I digress...

Any way first evening of the school summer holidays at the age of 13, scorching hot day, the workmen that put the lines on the road are out in force with their high visibility jackets on and I have already twice burnt my fingers by plunging them into the horrid acrid white lines they are painting in my street.

Well at this age guided by my father my friend and I 'the body' have developed not only a great interest in the sport of cricket but also a need to get padded up in all the full kit to go and play cricket on the field near my house. The body of Christ lived about 3 doors away from me in a small cul de sac. I wonder if he fancies a game of cricket so I don all of the relevant attire and make my journey all 20 yards of it to his front door to see if he wants to come out and 'play'.

He has been grounded. Grounded for throwing his brothers pet hamster out of his upstairs window and seeing if he can run down his stairs and out of his front door before the hamster explodes on the concrete below. He loses this bet quite dramatically apparently.

So there's me stood in white pants. White t shirt. White pads. Cricket bat in hand. A corkie ball, shouting up to my mate the BOC at his window asking why he cannot come out and play...when a massive fucking dog grabs my left arm and proceeds to drag me to the floor, all the time me looking up and seeing the body of christs face go paler and paler.

Eventually I wake up in hospital, 48 stitches later one dead dog and an aversion and completely engrained fear of all ALL canines. Not that it bothers me they are all smelly fuckers and people that own them need fucking sectioning as far as I am concerned. But still to this day if a rather large comes anywhere near me I freeze totally. I am 33 now.
( spanishfly is so fucking sexy people impersonate him, Fri 12 Sep 2014, 1:00, 24 replies)

Moths
Can't stand the fat flappy winged deformed butterflies
( spanishfly is so fucking sexy people impersonate him, Fri 12 Sep 2014, 0:45, 1 reply)

Here Cometh The Reaper
The moment of my death. Not death itself, as it's something you never experience (as you're dead), but the moment of death. It really, really screws me up at times, especially as I'm getting closer to it (nearly 50). I just don't want ever to die, to cease to be. I don't think there's an afterlife, or reincarnation - just cold, black oblivion. I really, really want to die in my sleep. The whole "I'm dying, this is it ..." thing genuinely freaks me out. I hate (am jealous of) people who are so blaise about it - those who enter "death pools" or tweet jokes the moment a celeb passes. When someone famous dies I just feel sorrow, that they have gone through "that" moment, and which I will one day face myself ...

... having said that, the one moment I thought I was going to die (serious head injury, blood everywhere, pouring out of me) I was okay with it. But then I'd just smacked my head on a rather hard surface, so that may have had some influence on my state of mind at the time.

Curse you death!
(jrd, Fri 12 Sep 2014, 0:17, 9 replies)

An insect going in my ear

( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 23:13, 4 replies)

spastics
they move like zombies
(Baggenfrock get fucked, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 23:07, 2 replies)

Man don't you worry 'bout a thing, 'bout your daughter, no she's not my type
But suppose she said she loved me? Are you afraid of the mix of black and white
Livin' in a land where the law say the mixing of race makes the blood impure
She's a woman I'm a man, look at your face I see ya can't stand it
( drimble he'd been white, he'd been black, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 22:40, Reply)

Spiders. Growing up watching my mother scream at the sight of them has conditioned me to believe they are evil.
fuck it, they ARE evil, just look at the fucking things. They completely deserve to die in a deodoranty fireball.
( 2 Can Chunder Word to your mums, I came to prod bums, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 22:14, 16 replies)

'F.E.A.R.' was probably the best remix Unkle ever did.
Either that or Hey Jack.
(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 22:06, 1 reply)

Weird fears
Mine: Kids on swings (they scare the shit out of me) and dentists

My sister: Fish

A Japanese woman I used to work with: Elvis Presley's face
(Porcupine, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 22:04, 1 reply)

Wooden spoons
Or more importantly licking a wooden spoon. Gives me goosebumps and back shivers.

Fucking horrible things. Also wooden lollipop sticks, which makes enjoying a Feast difficult.
(Deskbound You insignificant speck of dust, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 20:53, 8 replies)

Totally irrational
I have a fear of one day picking up my razor instead of my toothbrush, not realising, and shaving my teeth!
(superfly78, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 19:20, 3 replies)

Tomato Ketchup
Can't even bring myself to talk about it...
(lurkylurklurk swings more, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 19:16, 4 replies)

Falling up the stairs
and landing on my teeth, so that they stick out at 90 degrees.

Also having to hold a pin or needle in my mouth. I might swallow it.
(Captain Spacker I lick windows, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 19:09, Reply)

Big monkeys
Like Chimps, Baboons etc. Ones that can rip your arm off if they want.
Not too good with heights either if in an open space.
( GeordieJay Bummers are deaf, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 18:42, 11 replies)

Making a suggestion for QOTW and having it ripped off, YEAH
Other than that, spiders. Fuck them. Fuck their hideous hairy 8 legs and their hideous scuttling and their wish to kill me.

Fuck spiders.
( rachelswipe with a fork, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 18:35, 3 replies)

ha ha 'commitment' lol

( MEATSNAKE Richard Hammond, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 18:23, 82 replies)

apples with faces

(dozers, do fuck off ur a nob m8, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 18:21, Reply)

Cotton wool, anyone?

Fucking hate it. It's sooo, dry, and when you touch it, it squeaks at a pitch outside of human hearing, but my brain can still feel it, like chalk on a blackboard. Euurggh!
( Turquoise Hexagon Sun has just dropped acid on, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 18:05, 6 replies)

Someone or something touching my belly button
Including myself.
Have to hold my breath and psych myself up to wash it when in the shower, and it's actually a genuinely traumatic experience. All the more so for having the knowledge that it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever.
If I'm about to go to sleep and it occurs to me that there might be a crumb in the bed, or that there are springs in the bed that could pop out and stick in my belly button, then I will not sleep that night, and will try to avoid actually cupping my stomach with my hands all night just in case.
Yes, it's mental. And I have no idea how to not be mental about it.
(clinteastwoodbradfield, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 17:51, 6 replies)

Certain flying insects
Wasps for starters, but I think that's fair enough given that they're absolute bastards, and I don't see this as much more illogical than spiders.

More strangely, daddy long legs* kind of freak me out. I think this is principally due to my older brother (fulfilling his brotherly duty of winding his younger brother up) telling me that they were mosquitoes, and this not getting spotted and corrected by my parents for several years. The daddy long legs is quite a big insect if you think it's going to drink your blood, especially as it's got a big fuckoff nose. (You know that fear of massive hypodermic needles? Yeah, that, but on an insect, and at night when you're not expecting it.) Even today having one come towards me causes a slight GET AWAY FROM ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD instinct. Maybe the stupid way they wave their legs around doesn't help. Pointless bloody things.

Fucking brothers.

*To Australians and the like that may be confused, I mean this thing, not the daddy long legs spider. I'm okay with spiders (up to a certain size), strangely enough.
(An Inflatable Bearded Whumpus, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 17:49, 4 replies)

I have an irrational fear of balloons
It used to prevent me from going to birthday parties, or I'd have to wait outside while the parents hid them all. I especially hate children with balloons, it is a dangerous combination.
I am much better in my adult life, but still don't like them.

At least I no longer have the recurring dream where I'm on FUNHOUSE, and it's down to me to get the last ticket so my freinds and I can all win the sega gamegear, but it's at the bottom of the balloon tunnel and I wimp out on television which my freinds think is really uncool, coupled with the pain that none of us have the sega gamegear...

so yeah
( Glovington, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 17:38, 7 replies)

Dread of the sound of pouring hot coffee
Cold coffee is OK, though.
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 17:37, 1 reply)

Brushed stainless steel
Not just that but anything that has regular and close together lines - like on hologram photo things that change when you hold them at a different angle. If I touch them in any way against the grain it makes my hairs stand on end and I get a terrible sick feeling which makes me cringe and usually double up making bleurgh noises.

Its the braille equivalent of fingernails down a blackboard.

Can't buy any stainless steel kitchen appliance without having to go to the shop and running my hands over all the surfaces to check. Some cash points I have to use with my finger nails and I cannot touch my 4 year old's holographic place mat. Going inter-railing in the 80s my mates all bought cheap wallets for us all for our documents - it was thick nylon-type material which I could not touch. Had to remove passports and money etc with finger tips while holding the edges like a mong.
(Gusofnavarone always makes a map of france from sarnies, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 17:33, 4 replies)

I've loved before, and now
I'm just terrified I'll get hurt again.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 17:27, 3 replies)

Fear of being the only person who bothers to look at this anymore...
Where are you all?
(Gusofnavarone always makes a map of france from sarnies, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 17:24, 1 reply)

And fear of not being able to spell

(Gusofnavarone always makes a map of france from sarnies, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 17:23, Reply)

Fear iof being second

(Gusofnavarone always makes a map of france from sarnies, Thu 11 Sep 2014, 17:23, Reply)