When I was very little
I went to play at a friend's house after school one evening. She had a little home-made Wendy house thing in the back garden, with red gingham curtains and a little table and chair and all the usual stuff little girls play house with. All very sweet and cutesy-looking.

However, for some weird reason, the minute I went in there I felt scared, like I was in absolutely mortal danger and couldn't get out of there fast enough. I have no idea what it was, or why I needed to get out, I just know that something wasn't right. I've never worked out why it was, but I still remember how badly it freaked me out.
( Maladicta, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 17:39, 4 replies)

claustrophobia?? (sp?)
Have you seen the Aussie horror flick, "Cubby house"? It's about an old one of those playdens haunted by the spirit of a child-murdering/devil worshipping/general evildoer.

It got a little bit too scary for me so I turned it off halfway though!
(Greencloud Wanted to go fishing on, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 17:43, closed)

Gingham
It's the fabric of the devil.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 17:49, closed)

@ Greencloud
I'm not really a horror movie girl, so I haven't seen it... I just remember going cold and needing to get out of there. We didn't stay long inside it but it was enough for me to get teh fear.

I'm not usually claustrophobic either: the only time I get like that is in big crowds of people, they tend to make me aggressive and push my way out.
( Maladicta, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 18:55, closed)

@ chickenlady
Red squares: the tablecloth of the beast.
( Maladicta, Mon 7 Jul 2008, 18:56, closed)