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I've had worse than that. Such as hiding, terrified, whenever someone rang the doorbell, being utterly convinced (decades before The Matrix) that I was in a fake reality being experimented on, fearing germs coming throught the telephone line, being afraid to touch certain patterns on the floor or feeling I had to tough certain patterns on the wall, peeing in a plastic bag so I wouldn't have to leave my room, peeking behing pictures, mirrors and furniture to make sure no one was watching me, and a slew of other wacked-outedness lasting well into my teen years.
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Wow, I wasn't the only paranoid one. Here's a brief list of my fears:
There was a ghost in the bathroom, and another one in my closet that would come out and get me if I ever slept with my closet door open.
Already mentioned, thought if I didn't run down the hallway and into my room fast enough, the Yeti would eat me.
There was a monster in the basement that stole things I left down there.
If I was ever alone and unable to see, Gray Aliens would abduct me.
That's about it, but I still have a thing with looking at octopi and squid.