- People who don’t “smile with their eyes.” You know what I mean? The person is smiling, but there is no change in the shape of his or her eye! It’s still wide open. He/she probably has no soul.
- Public restrooms. Oh I could devote a book to this fear...I guess it started with horrible eighth grade girls who would burst into the Junior Elementary bathroom (when I was maybe 6 or 7) and turn off the lights and start calling for “Bloody Mary.” (They swore she would appear in the mirrors. I never stuck around long enough to find out for sure.) We poor elementary girls would be stumbling for the doors in the dark trying to pull our pants back up. It was awful. Also, I slightly freak out when someone enters a stall next to the one I’m occupying. I can’t function properly with a stranger so close.
- The sound of cracking bones. Many, many visits to the chiropractor and physical therapist have helped me learn to tolerate this, but I still cringe and panic slightly when I hear it. (Insert shudder.)
- Washing my face (at my bathroom sink, with my back to the door) when I’m home alone. Seriously, could I be any more vulnerable?
- Thump Swish. This might be kind of a stretch, because although thoughts of Thump Swish (a fictional character my dad made up during bedtime stories) freak me out, I simultaneously love him. This duality of emotion regarding this unfortunate trucker (who, as the story goes, lost his foot while changing a tire in the rain and then spent the remainder of his days roaming the forest) is probably due to the fact that sometimes my dad made Thump Swish a good guy who rescued campers in distress and other times he terrorized innocent hikers. Either way, anything that reminds me of Thump Swish (i.e. the sound of a broom or - for some reason - the monster on The Village) slightly freaks me out.
- Backward handwriting. There was this kid’s Halloween movie my brother and I used to watch where the main kid is possessed and (while entranced) slowly writes "Karen" backward on windows. Wait, was this a kid’s movie? Should I have been watching this? Mom?
- Vomiting. I hardly ever do this. Ever. But when I do...yikes. Totally freaks me out.
- Entering my apartment after dark when Kenny is out of town. Seriously, I have to call him as I'm getting out of my car and then I keep him on the line as I enter and turn on ever light and check every potential hiding place, particularly the shower.
Anyway, I may add to the list as I think of more things, so stay tuned...
What freaks you out?