PhobiasWhat gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
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chthonic, Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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The SpudThere's a story to this one...
The house in which I spent my youngest years had a little lane running behind it - effectively, a second driveway - providing access the rears of the houses along my road. Next door to us lived a couple of girls a little older than me and my brother; and their grandmother used to be all kinds of nice to us. She did, however, warn all four of us about The Spud.
The exact nature of the Spud was left unclear - but the important bit was that he lived down the lane, and was dangerous. As a means of keeping small children from disappearing off down said lane, the legend of the Spud was phenomenally effective. I was terrified to venture more than a few houses down (which was odd, considering that by the age of 3 I was being sent off on errands to the grocer's shop half a mile away... but there you go). I never went down the lane, and certainly not on my own, probably until I was at junior school.
How did I picture the Spud? About 6 foot, white, and segmented. In other words, while at infant school, I was terrified of the Michelin man.
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Enzyme is powered by sunlight, Thu 10 Apr 2008, 14:16,
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